Technological Mishap

I have never been good at getting techmology to work for me.  My mom and I joke that I have some electromagnetic field around me that shuts down computers, causes cell phones to misfire, and other calamities of the sort.  We can only hope that I will never need a pacemaker.  A lot of my problems stem, however, from a complete lack of common sense on my part.  The following story is one such tale.

Having recently moved and started a new job, it is quite a common occurence for me to get calls or texts from unknown phone numbers.  I try to save them as I go, but occasionally I forget and end up with a few unknown numbers floating around in my inbox.  Last week I had a few of those mystery numbers and went through to save them all.  It was just then that I got a text from "Justin," asking me on a date for that coming Sunday.  I was floored.  Justin is a coworker who has been going steady with his girlfriend for a year or two.  Why was he asking me on a date?  Why did he want to go out with me?  Out of sheer curiosity, I said yes.  When the appointed "Date Day" came, I was a bundle of nerves.  Frankly, I didn't want to go.

Understandably, I was thanking my lucky stars when I got the text canceling our date for that afternoon.  It said that there was a family emergency, and I never heard anything back after I sent a text that it was okay.  I was left feeling slightly jilted, even though I really didn't want to go in the first place.  I was anxious to work with Justin the following Sunday, hopeful that I would receive an explanation.  However, when I arrived at work, no one was there.  I reluctantly texted "Justin", asking where he was.  The conversation went like this:

Me: Where are you guys?
"J": Um, I'm good, how are you?
Me: Well, I'm alright, but I asked where you and the clients are, not how you are.
"J": Are you texting me from work?
Me: Yes.
"J": We don't even work together, Shae.  What are you talking about?  I'm confused.
Me: I've been at work for an hour but no one is here.  I'm starting to get freaked out... Enough is enough, Justin!
"J": Are you aware that this is Stacie?

I was so embarrassed.  Luckily, Stacie found the situation funny, and my anxiety was dramatically decreased when I found out that it was Stacie who just wanted to hang out, not a guy I don't know very well asking me on a sketchy date.

I am such a stupid human sometimes!

Finally- an update!

It's been a long time since I've posted about my stupidity. That's not to say that I haven't done things that are stupid, but actually that I haven't had the time between a car accident, my family coming to visit, and the dreaded finals week which almost killed me.

As some of you know, I was in a minor car accident about a month and a half ago. My car literally had no damage, but I sustained some emotional trauma at the accident. Those details are snip-its of my life that simply are not appropriate for the internet, but would, regrettably, make for a great blog. I digress.

When I got into the accident, I was driving to pick up one of my clients from her work. Even though I work 6 days a week, I coincidentally haven't driven with this client yet. It's been so long that I didn't think twice when I offered to drive this particular client to her bank this afternoon. I felt immediate anxiety as we pulled onto the main drag through our town. So much anxiety that I started crying, in fact. This intrigued my client tremendously, so she asked me why I was crying about fifteen times in two minutes. Our conversation went as follows:

Client: Shae, why are you crying?

Me: I'm not crying.

Client: Yes, you are.

Me: No, I'm not.

Client: Yes, you are.

Me: No, I'm not.

Client: (after a period of brief silence) Why are you crying?

I am a child of the 21st Century, and because of this, I have never in my whole life used a check before getting my current job. The majority of the client's finances are handled through checks. My task today was to withdraw some petty cash from my client's bank account. One of the other staff members gave me a two second overview on how to do this, but obviously the information was inadequate, given how confused I was when we pulled up to the teller's window at the bank. The teller gave me instructions as to succeeding at my given task. They did not help my already panicked brain make sense of what was going on around me. When the teller walked away I felt completely alone. I found myself quietly pleading, "Come back... please come back... come back..."

Life lesson: Tellers always leave their microphones on.

God damn it.

What can I say- stupid human tricks!