Going off on my last blog post, there might be some help for me to deal with not being able to remember what the fuck to do at work. When I began training in this department, I felt the need to write down instructions. However, I did not have a note pad ... but I did have Post-It Notes, and so whenever I had something I thought I needed to remember, I would write it on a Post-It (the smallest size), peel it off, fold it in on itself, and stick it in my pocket. And there was a lot to remember, so I wrote on many Post-Its ... and when I came home at night, I had a pocket full of them, all with notes to remind me what to do.
I didn't organize them, of course. I threw them onto a pile which I kept in the kitchen counter while my parents were away. I didn't review them, either. In fact, the last time I remember even glancing at them -- I think -- was when one of my stripper girlfriends came over to clean the house. She had a sandwich/Glad bag in which she threw in all of the small, sundry items I had on the counter: Those Post-Its, a holder of cards, various other notes from loose paper, etc.
I'm looking for that. And I don't know where it is. Obviously it wouldn't be in the kitchen anymore because my parents came back. But where did it go to? I hope to Buddha it's not in storage; at the very least I would hope that I would know that there is information in there that I would need, and having it in-house would be the very least I could do to make sure I would retrieve it when I absolutely would need it -- like right now.
I don't know whether this would put me in a better light with my supervisors, but now, yesterday, was my breaking point. This is now/that was when I decided I needed to do better. Now, I need to find the notes that will help me do better. I feel kind of stupid without them. So where the hell are they?
I didn't organize them, of course. I threw them onto a pile which I kept in the kitchen counter while my parents were away. I didn't review them, either. In fact, the last time I remember even glancing at them -- I think -- was when one of my stripper girlfriends came over to clean the house. She had a sandwich/Glad bag in which she threw in all of the small, sundry items I had on the counter: Those Post-Its, a holder of cards, various other notes from loose paper, etc.
I'm looking for that. And I don't know where it is. Obviously it wouldn't be in the kitchen anymore because my parents came back. But where did it go to? I hope to Buddha it's not in storage; at the very least I would hope that I would know that there is information in there that I would need, and having it in-house would be the very least I could do to make sure I would retrieve it when I absolutely would need it -- like right now.
I don't know whether this would put me in a better light with my supervisors, but now, yesterday, was my breaking point. This is now/that was when I decided I needed to do better. Now, I need to find the notes that will help me do better. I feel kind of stupid without them. So where the hell are they?
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