As you age you tend to be more forgetful. It is irritating. Oh, there are some things I like to forget, but usually they are few. My financial controller insists that she tells me things that I forget. The truth is that she forgets to tell me, but thinks she does. Okay, I will admit that she does occasionally tell me something that I forget.
My solution to forgetting is to write everything down. That works pretty well except when I forget where I wrote it down. My desk is cluttered with post-it notes that have phone numbers, names, dates or other information that I have no idea what they are there for. I don’t dare throw them away, because some day I may remember what they were for.
There are some people that are forgetful, no matter their age. I have a friend that I will call John. John forgets everything. He always has. At the office, he constantly left coffee cups where ever he went. Occasionally we would gather up all his cups and put them back on his desk. That keep him from getting new ones to leave somewhere.
When I say John is forgetful, I mean forgetful. He had a meeting in Forth Worth one morning, so he didn’t come into the office. My phone rang and it was John. He explained that he was on his way to a meeting, but didn’t know with whom and where they were. I went to the calendar on his computer and got the information.
John has honed forgetting to a fine art. When I retired I left the whole office in charge of him.
It hasn’t helped.
PMO
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