Park Kraken
Sep 13th, 2006, 07:05:00 AM
You know how you get in a habit of doing something and you do it so much that you don't think you could forget to do it and stop doing the safety checks to make sure you did it?
Well, I've been a little off lately, off schedule and off balance. One of our company supervizors died recently, quite suddenly, and his wife, also a supervisor, has fled to Ohio to come to grips with the event, so I've been running around filling in for people so they could take off for the viewing and funeral, etc., and on my way to work to fill in again, I stop at a gas station to get some gas. I go to pull what I think is my wallet out of my pocket and find myself leafing through the pages of Stephen Coont's Deep Black Biowar for my debit card. Ooops.
Luckily I had my cell phone and called a freind to come loan me some money. So here I am at said gas station pratically out of gas, sitting on my bed, when a sheriff pulls up and asks if everything is ok. I start to answer him, but stop, thinking of what he'll do if I say my wallet is missing. So I tell him everything is ok, I just left my money at home. He pulls away. Dodged that bullet. Person arrives to give me money, I proceed to work, 15 minutes late, and everything turns out ok in the end.
Lesson learned; never take routines for granted.
Well, I've been a little off lately, off schedule and off balance. One of our company supervizors died recently, quite suddenly, and his wife, also a supervisor, has fled to Ohio to come to grips with the event, so I've been running around filling in for people so they could take off for the viewing and funeral, etc., and on my way to work to fill in again, I stop at a gas station to get some gas. I go to pull what I think is my wallet out of my pocket and find myself leafing through the pages of Stephen Coont's Deep Black Biowar for my debit card. Ooops.
Luckily I had my cell phone and called a freind to come loan me some money. So here I am at said gas station pratically out of gas, sitting on my bed, when a sheriff pulls up and asks if everything is ok. I start to answer him, but stop, thinking of what he'll do if I say my wallet is missing. So I tell him everything is ok, I just left my money at home. He pulls away. Dodged that bullet. Person arrives to give me money, I proceed to work, 15 minutes late, and everything turns out ok in the end.
Lesson learned; never take routines for granted.