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Sheila Buska Columnist
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Looking for the keys in your hand Sometimes you just feel like a klutz. You’re talking on your BlackBerry and looking all around for your BlackBerry so you can be sure you take it with you out to the car and you look in your purse where you usually stow it when you’re leaving the house but it isn’t in there anywhere, even after you dump all the contents out all over the table with your free hand, and so you look at the chair where you sometimes leave it when you get home after work and it isn’t there either and… Ohmigosh! It’s in your other hand - on your ear! You silly klutz! Relief, embarrassment, oh how stupid I am – that’s what you’re thinking. The very next day you do the exact same thing except this time you’re trying to leave work and you can’t leave work without your BlackBerry and where is the dang thing? Not in the briefcase; not in the desk drawer; not on the chair by the side table; stoop down and look under the desk – not there. “I’ll call you when I get home,” you say, “if I ever find my…oh!” and there it is. Pressed firmly against your ear. It’s okay to do it once in a century, maybe even once every couple of years – but yesterday and today? No way! And it isn’t only the phone. You’ve done it with your glasses, I’m sure, and clever me, I found a new dumb thing to do. I’m leaving the office. Got my BlackBerry; got my car keys; ready to go and then I remember I need to take a certain report home so I fish out my office keys, stick the key in the file cabinet lock, pull out the report and shut the file. Okay. Now I’m ready to go home. Just gotta put my office keys in my briefcase where I always keep them. But where are they? Usually I put them on the side table when I’m getting ready to leave, but they aren’t there. Maybe I already put them in my briefcase. They aren’t there and they’re not in my purse and not on the desk and not on the table and not on the… Oh! There they are! Hanging out of the lock on the file cabinet drawer. What a dummy! You weren’t even there and you knew where they were! That’s bad enough, but I did the same thing last week. Left my keys in the lock of the desk drawer and went looking all over the offices for them. Asked the receptionist if she’d seen my keys. Asked the Facilities Manager if he’d seen my keys. Asked Carmen, my super-organized accountant, if I’d left my keys on her desk. Embarrassing to ask an organized accountant if she’s seen your lost keys. As she’s searching through her organized desk and her organized file cabinets and her organized office seating arrangement, I’m in my un-organized office discovering my keys. They’re dangling merrily from the lock of the desk drawer, laughing. I swear they were. And I had to tell Carmen I found my keys, but I didn’t tell her where they were. She would have been laughing, too. To top it off, yesterday I went racing down the street and around the corner to get my car from the parking lot and was halfway there when I remembered my car was at the other parking lot – up the street the opposite direction. They changed my parking assignment again, back to where I was before they changed it last month. Hey, I can’t even keep track of my BlackBerry and my keys – how can they expect me to remember where I’m parked if they keep changing it? Sometimes you just feel like a klutz. (c)2011 SBuska Feedback - thanks!
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