I Have Become a Zombie
And it’s not good for business
As I explained in my article “I Have Developed a New Skill,” I can now nap almost anywhere at any time. It’s inconvenient sometimes but fairly harmless, I thought.
I’m finding now that going along with not being able to stay awake is brain fog. And procrastination. And that would be fine if I were as useless as I feel, but I do still have responsibilities.
I do have bills to pay and a budget to keep. That means that I often check my checking account on line to see what’s going on (mostly just to make sure there’s still money in it.) When I see charges I don’t recognize, I’m stupid enough to think it might be something I ordered and forgot, sort of nap shopping.
But when charges from Facebook started showing up, I wondered what they were and how I could find out. There was no phone number to call, just some kind of code after “Facebook.” In my semi comatose state, I just kind of stared stupidly at them and thought, “I’ll have to do something about that.” And then I didn’t.
Today, my branch manager and good friend called me to ask what all those charges were. I explained that I didn’t know. She added them all up, and they came to over $300. What the hell had I been thinking? She told me (and I knew) that if I had let her know when the first charge showed up, she would have stopped the rest of them, and that money would never have left my account. Now she has to do the paperwork, and it will probably be several days to get the money back.
Part of why I didn’t call was because it means losing my debit card until I get a new one. I have no credit cards, so that means about a week and a half with no way to get money other than going to the bank to cash a check. So I let a minor inconvenience cost me $300 for a few days and let someone run charges up on my card, taking money out of my account. What kind of brain fog/procrastination is going on in this cranium of mine?
It’s wonderful that I have Sharon to watch over me, but it’s rather embarrassing to need her. Being home all day every day, it’s so easy to say, “I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” but weeks go by and things have to get serious before I move my sorry butt to do anything.
Retirement has made me lazy, and this brain fog I’ve been living in for weeks has got to go. Either that, or I need a keeper, and Sharon isn’t enough. She has a lot more customers than just me. I hope this is the literal wake up call I’ve been needing to slap myself back into some kind of shape, or I’ll have to appoint someone to mind my business, and I really prefer to mind my own business.
I need to replace my theme song, which has become “Manana is good enough for me.” I need “I’ve got to keep on moving.”
Wish me luck.
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