Weekend Amnesia

Have you ever come in to work on Monday morning and been unable to recall what you were working on the previous Friday?

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ATH79 said…
I have the opposite problem. I go into work Monday hoping to forget whatever I was doing Friday but it always comes back to haunt me.
May 11, 2009 at 9:24 AM
Christa Jeanne said…
Just about every weekend. :) I try to leave a detailed to-do list Friday so it doesn't take forever to get back in the saddle...
May 11, 2009 at 10:08 AM
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