Librella
22-12-16, 01:05
It happened to me TWICE today! Am I losing my mind?
Today I had a meeting on the 5th floor in my office. I finished the meeting and took the elevator back down to the 1st floor where I work. All the floor plans are the same, and I work by the "zone 5" elevator. So when I stepped off the elevator I suddenly noticed the sign saying zone 5 and thought I was back on the 5th floor. As soon as I looked down the hall I realized I was in fact back on the 1st floor, but seriously? I've been working in this office for months now, I shouldn't be confused!
Then this evening when I walked into my building, I spaced out and kept walking past my floor (2nd) to the 3rd floor. All the floors basically look the same except some of the doors have different doorknobs. I was walking down the hall like "did they replace the doorknobs?" But it didn't sink in until I was in front of the apartment above mine with the key out, wondering why I had a different doorknob. Finally looked at the number and realized I was on the wrong floor.
Jeez...it's exactly like something my grandpa with Alzheimer's would do. Oh, the other day I left a burner on the stove on all night too. I hope it's just holiday stress and tiredness, but I'm worried about being so spacey.
Today I had a meeting on the 5th floor in my office. I finished the meeting and took the elevator back down to the 1st floor where I work. All the floor plans are the same, and I work by the "zone 5" elevator. So when I stepped off the elevator I suddenly noticed the sign saying zone 5 and thought I was back on the 5th floor. As soon as I looked down the hall I realized I was in fact back on the 1st floor, but seriously? I've been working in this office for months now, I shouldn't be confused!
Then this evening when I walked into my building, I spaced out and kept walking past my floor (2nd) to the 3rd floor. All the floors basically look the same except some of the doors have different doorknobs. I was walking down the hall like "did they replace the doorknobs?" But it didn't sink in until I was in front of the apartment above mine with the key out, wondering why I had a different doorknob. Finally looked at the number and realized I was on the wrong floor.
Jeez...it's exactly like something my grandpa with Alzheimer's would do. Oh, the other day I left a burner on the stove on all night too. I hope it's just holiday stress and tiredness, but I'm worried about being so spacey.