yesterday my stellar memory got me in trouble.
i've gotta go back to illinois to take a photo on december 5th. drive home, take photo, drive back, as i'm on call from now until december 7th.
i committed to taking the photo before i realized. this happens a lot. i don't have a good memory.
my mom asked about coming to indiana with my brother/bros girlfriend/niece, i said "anytime, i'm on call all month". she comes to visit every year before xmas.
so she lines it all up for december 5th. which i didn't find out until yesterday, when i called to wish her a happy birthday.
"we're coming on the weekend of the 5th."
"um... that rings a bell for some reason."
so for my mom's birthday i pissed her off. that's a stellar feeling.
i know i am to blame, but somehow i feel like i should be able to blame my brain.
no one wants to hear brain excuses though.
what i've learned: never commit to anything, ever, unless i'm sitting at work, looking at the work calendar, and i've got gina's approval via email on the screen in front of me.