Being an air head gets you out.
It seems to be a running theme in my life these days. My pearsonality is likeable, approachable, etc. unfortunately my inate lack of common sense seems to get me in more trouble than my charm can get me out of. I never cease to be amased at how what in my mind seems to be a completely logical thought pattern turns into a fiascoesque disaster again and again. It's like when you spill somesthing on your shirt and then start trying to wipe it off and instead you just make it worse. Eighyt Seven percent of my actions over the last 2 months have seem to just make it worse. It's one thing when you do it on your own time, forgetting to turn your lights of, locking your keys in the car, loosing this and that. But when this behavour carries over into your professional life, it makes for unhappy enmployers.
I seem to do a lot of appologizing lately, and well the thing about apologies is that after a while no matter how sincere they become trite. There is no excuse for me to be like this and it seems the harder I try to make things better, the more things I screw up along the way. For example...
Seven Degrees of ____I am incharge of deposits and withdrawels for work purposes. I decided instead of making a deposit every nite of what we made and withdrawing what we needed the next day, I would make one big deposit every few days. (Mistake number one, bad for record keeping). Then, once I started doing the daily routine I decided it would be better to use the bank on the way to work, instead of the one on the other side of town. Unfortunately the bank on the way to work is a different companny than the account so we were paying a 2 dollar charge to use the ATM every time. (Mistakes number 2 and 3) Then the other day I withdraw from this old model ATM and leave the companny card in the machine. (thats 4) I don't realize it utill late that night when I go to make the deposit and I decide not to tell any one but rather think I will fix it on my own. (A brilliant 5th hole jim). I get to the bank and they show me the card, tell me they "destroyed" it, and say the couldent give it to me even if they wanted to because its a business card, and we don't have an account with their bank. (Can we stop counting yet) All this causes my boss an hour of his time on the phone trying to straiten the whole thing out. A
And that my friends is seven degrees of retardation.
Wreked coolers, forgotton batteries, lost hats, the list goes on and on. If I wern't leaving in a few days I probably would have been fired weeks ago. And I wouldn't blame them. But I am starting to get depressed so I will stop. I feel like the Scarecrow from the wizard of ozz. If I only had a brain....
j.
