Your Memory Is Totally Baked
(During a supply order, my manager comes over to ask if we need anything.)
Me: “Oh! I’m glad you reminded me. We need… uh… the… the…”
Manager: “Piping bags?”
Me: “No! It’s the… Um… Crap!”
Manager: “Refills for the airbrush? You were using that a lot today.”
Me: “No! I… It’s a food thing!”
Manager: *laughing now* “Well, I should hope so; we work in a bakery! I’m glad I didn’t hire you for your memory.”
Me: “I can’t believe this!”
Manager: “Well, don’t stress it. If you can’t remember it today, we’ll order it next week.”
(I sulk for a while, frustrated at my brain freeze. It’s like a complete and total blank. Then, five days later, while my manager and I are doing the dishes together and talking about something completely unrelated to work…)
Me: *wide-eyed, shouting and interrupting her* “BAVARIAN CREAM!”
Manager: *looking startled and afraid* “What?”
Me: “That’s what I wanted to say we needed last week! I just remembered!”
Manager: “Oh. Well… Good! I think that might actually be discontinued right now, though. We’re probably going to use something else.”
Me: “But… I remembered!”
Manager: *affectionately and only a LITTLE patronizing* “You sure did, honey.”
(Sigh.)
