work does things to ya

I was working late at the office tonight, I was making progress on something which I had avoided (due to its sheer difficulty) for a long time, and I didn't want to interrupt it.

I finally finished it at 3AM. By this time, I'm absolutely exhausted with a pounding headache and I just wanted to go home and sleep so I called a cab. It arrives and I hop in, give him the address, ask him if he takes credit, to which he says yes and swipes my card. He starts to go. Half way there I suddenly realize I don't have my home keys with me. I definitely can't go home without my keys. I was pretty sure I had left them at the office, so I ask the guy to go back.

I tell him I'll be a minute and go up to get my keys. I search my desk and it's not there. I totally can't think straight so I just scramble thru my stuff to find it ... but it's not there. The search was starting to take too long with no hope of finding the keys. So I go back down and pay the guy, and come back to the office.

I still don't wanna give up the search, cuz it's just not possible. I hadn't lost anything in more than a year; that's like a freakin world record for me, and I'm sure I haven't left them anywhere.

I go to the other offices and cubicles, the washroom, and anywhere else I can think of.

Then, I suddenly remembered my fleece. Yeah, that's it, I had worn a fleece today, cuz the Toronto weather is so fuckin crazy that after a week of 30+ temperature, it actually got chilly today!! I had totally forgotten that I had worn a fleece today, and there it was on the coat rack.

should I call the cab again? It's almost 4 now, and I gotta come back early tomorrow anyway ... hmmm ... what to do.