This Weird Morning was Brought to You by the Word: Stress

As a general rule, hair ties are very useful when you have long hair and serious work to do. They can be practical or give you the right, let's-get-down-to-business prop. I find it to be an asset. So before I left the house this morning, I went looking for such an article and found one sitting on the floor next to my bed. I picked it up, put it on my wrist and left for work.

On the brief drive over, I followed a white minivan for a few blocks. I was surprised when it pulled over and picked someone up off of the sidewalk. The second time it stopped and picked up an additional pedestrian a block and a half from the first person, I shrugged my shoulders and kept driving. Sometime during this interaction, I looked down at my wrist and noticed that I had two hair rubber bands, instead of just one. The time between finding one in my house and leaving was very short and I didn’t recall finding another one in the car. Somehow one had turned into two. I wrote it off as a weird morning; considering I was following behind the random, unmarked minivan bus.

When I walked into work, I put my purse away began to organize a pile of receipts that resembled the dimensions of the Sears tower. (This was a busy month.) As I looked down at the stack of papers my hands were sorting through, out of the corner of my eye I noticed something beyond comprehension: three elastic hair bands.

Sometimes it feels like I am watching a bad edit of my life where the script supervisor wasn't paying attention and there are continuity problems all over the place. Recently, I told a friend that I have lapses of memory. For example, I will be sure that I haven’t filed a report and I will remind myself repeatedly to get it done only to find out I have already done it. Or I will swear I clocked-out only to find that I need to make a correction to my time card. My friend was nice but responded with something like, “Oh dear, that’s bad.” Which, although delivered kindly, made me feel worse.

Right now I am attributing all of this weirdness to stress and not to a brain tumor.
At least I hope that is what the problem turns out to be... the stress not the cancer.