So today I drop by my office to grab a couple of things that I need. I unlock the door, walk in, and turn to face the alarm console to put in my code.
And I draw a complete and utter blank. Not a clue.
Well, I type and type and type, code after code, realizing quickly that I'm screwed - nothing is working. Then the outside alarm goes off, lots of noise. Eventually the code pops into my head (thanks brain - way to wait a minute too long!). The cops show up (rather quick actually - was pretty impressed). Fun ensues, but everything gets straightened out.
Mind you, I've typed that code in quite literally thousands of time. This is not some oddball thing. I've come to the conclusion that I am usually so brain-dead in the morning that I must do it by muscle memory, and if I try to go in later in the day (like I did today), then I'm actually thinking about what to type, and I screwed myself.
Posted by Mark at May 17, 2003 10:20 PM | TrackBack