A technician from the alarm company came to the store last night to fix the keypad on our back door. Which I had called in. Which, it turns out, was not actually broken. Apparently my brain was broken. Is broken? Anyway, this is what happened:
Two days ago, I was really busy at work, taking care of lots of big and small tasks and trying to clear as much as I could off the monstrosity of a to-do list that is Retail. I had used back door already, but when I needed to go out again, the keypad wouldn’t work. I put in my code and, not really paying attention like I should, turned my key without looking to see if the alarm had shut off. It hadn’t. As soon as I turned the key, the alarm sounded right in my ear. I kept re-entering my code but it just Would. Not. Work. Darn this thing.
15 alarm-blaring minutes and two phone technicians later, the alarm company finally got it silenced. Well, everything seems to be working now, no problem. Then she carefully explains the proper way to use the keypad/store key combination. I carefully explain to her that I KNOW how to do it. I do it properly every day. I used this door earlier this morning. Properly. This is not a case of user error (My Dear!), this is a keypad issue.
So I do what I need to do, but when I come back inside and attempt to set the alarm, it doesn’t work. The alarm simply refuses to set. Next thing you know, that pulsating sound is filling the air again. Back on the phone. Again. Nothing is working, even on their end. The tech finally gets the alarm cut off, but the keypad won’t respond to my code at all. Okay, she’s sending someone out.
Cut to last night when the technician asks me, “Are you sure you’re using the right code? Because my code is working fine. Do you want to call the alarm company and check?”
So, in my mind, I’m thinking, “You ask me that? You dare? I’ve used this code for 9 months. I’ve had about 20 codes for multiple stores all over this district in the four years I’ve been with this company, including a code to the warehouse. I am somebody who has codes, who does not forget her codes, who has never NOT used the right code.”
What I said was, “Okay.”
My code to this store is the easiest code ever. It’s like RSTT. I used it to key into the building that morning. I used it to unlock the back door mid-day. And somehow, like an hour later, I completely convinced myself that my code was RRST. How does that happen? And I was convinced. I just knew I was keying in the correct code.
I could feel the blush creeping up my neck and onto my face as I apologized for bringing him out to the store for nothing. “I’m really embarrassed.” He said it happens more than you think, and it even happens to him sometimes. I choose to believe that. Turns out he had to fix something else that was wrong, so I don’t feel entirely terrible.
So, once again I’m writing a post about how I did something stupid, silly, strange, had a brain-freeze, mind stopped working altogether, yes I’m getting old. Circle the one you think applies.
If even one of you complain in the comments about the ink on your screen, then I will not feel alone. (Sturdier Pot Ladies Unite!!)
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PS: Pithypants, please accept my sincere apologies for getting such a kick out of your magazine swipe. I thought of you that night, and I vowed to never, ever jinx myself like that again by laughing at the foibles of others. Wait, I just pictured it again. Still funny! Oh well, jinxed again – what silly thing am I going to do today?
Items of Interest:
How quickly we forget… by Pithypants (in which, I am not alone in the short-circuiting brain wires dept.)
Once Upon a Time, I Could Multi-Task. by me (in which, obviously, I can’t)
What are you good at remembering? by seriouslysassymama