Together with other office supplies, I ordered a black sign pen. C*, the purchasing staff, gave it to me when both of my hands were full – documents, ballpens and keys on both hands. After a few days, I looked for the sign pen, and it was not in my drawer. I do not remember to have used it. There was a vague trace in my memory that I placed it on C*’s table while handing her some papers. But I was not really sure I really left it there or somewhere. I never found it.
Again, the other day, I bought a sachet of mayonnaise that I thought will go best with pan de sal for the afternoon break. Two days passed, I went back to the mini store and saw that I listed mayonnaise on the sheet of paper provided for the consumers (we don’t buy things with cash, L* is so kind-hearted to give us credit lines he he). Where is the mayonnaise? I tried my very best to locate where it could be and went back to the areas I have gone to the past two days. My officemates were laughing at me while the thought sulked in my head. This is not happening, I told myself.
It is frustrating to see myself as ‘lost’. I laughed telling a colleague that if my ‘cherished possession’ is only fixed with a pin, or only adhered to my skin, it could have vanished, too, or be found played on by pleasure seekers, or the dogs lapping it (heavens!). Horrible it may sound but I was just trying to laugh it off, shaking off the queasy feeling that these episodes of forgetfulness is giving me.
I console myself with this article. Hope and pray it will not be as ugly as when family members and friends start noticing my forgetfulness and I am not even aware of it.