To say I have a worrying problem is an understatement
So my friend who I used to work with called. We were super close up there. We used to go for walks, play games, etc together and he was really one of my favourite people. So we were laid off in October and I haven’t talked to him since, but I have missed him! Anyway, he called into work today to ask a question about his tax form, and so I was trying to be official sounding as I had no idea who he was in answering his question.
His question was an ongoing issue that I’ve been trying to solve for the last week, so I asked for a callback number, and I was like “ok, your name?” and he was like “____, don’t you recognize my voice?!” And I was like “noooo……………………”, assuming he thought I was the previous payroll person. And he went “Oh………………ok….” sounding kind of offput.
With his name being so generic (there are literally 10 of them that I worked with up there) it took an extra five seconds to register that this was my favourite coworker ever! So I said “OH OH ITS YOU” and tried to make up for the fact that I had seemingly forgotten his existence, but I think the damage was done. Now I have to sheepishly call him back later and try to make up for the fact that I am the most forgetful worst friend ever. I literally feel sick to my stomach for potentially making someone very unforgettable feel forgettable.
And these are the sorts of worries that plague me daily. This particular part of what makes me who I am is one I’d love to change.
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