I don't have a very good short term memory. Well, I should say that unless it's useless facts, technology news, or food related, I don't have a good short term memory. I'm always leaving myself notes or reminders, using my smartphone as the 21st century version of the string tied around my finger to make sure I'm keeping up with the things The Boss asks me to do. My system isn't perfect, but it works most of the time.
Overall I'd like to think that I do a pretty good job of remembering the things I don't write down. The Boss and I are creatures of habit, so that doesn't leave a very large margin for error. We don't mix things up too much, and that is probably largely because of my memory shortcomings. I'm pretty good at remembering the things The Boss likes to eat, and how she likes to special order certain things, especially when it comes to ordering things in the drive-through.
Until she decides to start ordering something different.
Like most coffee drinkers, she likes to drink hot coffee in the colder months and iced coffee in the warmer months. I've done my best to roll with the punches, but there are different combinations and flavors and sizes and varying amounts of cream and sugar... my head just spins thinking about it. For a while I had to repeat the order to myself a few times before I got up to the ordering point, and even then sometimes I got it wrong.
There is a Starbucks right around the corner from where we work, and the usual routine lately has been stopping there before I drop her off. For a very long time, her favored drink was their iced chai. I got really good at ordering it with confidence, pulling up and rattling off the order like I've been doing it all my life. So when she decided a few weeks ago to start getting a different drink, I was completely thrown off.
It took me a half dozen trips through the Starbucks drive-through before I got a grasp on the new order. Just when it seemed like I could add this to my repertoire, she decides she wants to get something new at Dunkin Donuts. No longer can I order her the usual drink at good ol' Dunkin, either. No, there's something completely new for me to remember. I try to fit it in, but just as I feared, the inevitable happened.
I ordered the wrong drink at the wrong place.
I pulled up to the Dunkin Donuts drive through on Friday morning, and said with confidence, "Yes, I'd like a venti Mocha Coconut frappuccino, please."
After a few moments of silence from the other end of the ordering point, I realized my error. I tried to make up for it by laughing at myself and then quickly ordering the correct drink, but the damage had been done. When the person on the other end repeated back my order, I could hear laughing in the background.
Next time, The Boss is ordering her own coffee.
Happy Monday, folks.