Did I Say That?

As human beings we simply cannot process everything, all the time. So our adaptive bodies and minds come to the proverbial rescue by filtering inputs and automating responses. How recently did you arrive home from work with the weight of the days work on your mind, as you close the garage door you realize you are home and don’t remember your drive home? You wonder “Did I stop at the stop lights?" , "Did I yield properly? “ Apparently you did since you are home safe. Just imagine trying to drive your standard transmission sports car without your automated operation of the clutch. Somehow, your feet and hands take care of the mechanics, while your eyes and brain deal with the traffic situation, leaving you free to talk on the cell phone, shave, eat your burger, or mess with your new navigation system. This works well in the car, but can be dangerous in the workplace. It was a busy day- you know - lots of meetings, e-mail piling up, voice mail, and the seemingly endless cell phone calls (how do so many people know my cell phone number?). I was handling requests, fielding questions, and taking actions. With a day like this I had to rely on whatever automated help I had at my disposal. My fingers danced entering passwords, I fetched coffee, and navigated through voice mail; all on auto pilot. Things were running under control , but barely. I thought the stress was getting to me as my thigh started to quiver in pulses. It was just my cell phone vibrating. Great, it is my boss, I gotta take it. “yes, mmm hmmm,ok, yep I’ll get er done.” I snap the phone shut, slide the sleek communicator into my front pocket. It was about the moment the phone hit the bottom of the pocket that the automation cycle was broken. The unmaskable interrupt to my brain’s processor resulted in an immediate sinking feeling in my stomach. I quickly rewind my mental tape and play it back in slow motion. Oh No! It was there! Grasping at the electronic waves that carried my response forward proved futile, the words were gone. I played it back one more time. Maybe it wasn't so bad. “yes, mmm hmmm,ok, yep, I’ll get er done...Ok, I love you, bye”. On second thought it was that bad. Any hope that my memory was failing were dashed as the phone shuttered one again with the text message from the boss “Luv U 2”.