i get this disappointing look from my boss whenever i can’t remember having done something. it’s a sort of momentary, if-looks-could-kill kind of glare that could make me instantly swallow my gum. the organizational role of the young research associates on the research team have been iterated before: my boss entrusts us to compensate for what she has said to be the onset of senility. not insanity, just the physical deterioration that comes with age.
yesterday, in quick reply to a joke, i needed to recall something i did on sunday. i drew the damnedest blank as the though the entire day was erased from my memory, save one quick still of being in my living room. it was the weekend! not exactly the kind of day stooped in the the horrendous, mind-numbing routine of weekdays. not even one drenched in alcohol.
i don’t reckon senility is the symptom. i think it’s the side-effects of the job. scary, but i will still refuse to write notes.
(the above comic panel is from the brilliant site, “a softer world”)