Work, the Pop Quiz.

Some people start work and immediately dive into their neatly organised to-do list, crossing things off like productivity machines. I start work by staring at my screen and asking myself the same profound daily question:
โ€œWhat was I supposed to do again?โ€

I open my task app for answers, but all I find are vague notes that Past Me wrote with zero context, like โ€œfinish that thingโ€ or โ€œDONโ€™T FORGET!!!โ€
Forget what, Past Me? Forget what?
It feels like receiving cryptic messages from a less competent time traveller.

Let’s proceed to my inbox: that notification bubble from hell.
Forty-six new emails greet me like an aggressive fan club I never asked for. I open one, read it carefully, nod like I understand, promptly forget what I just read, and have to read it again. Halfway through the reread, I forget why I even opened my inbox in the first place and suddenly Iโ€™m staring at my keyboard as if it personally wronged me.

Meetings: haha. No. Someone asks a question and everyone nods. I nod too, confidently, boldly, with zero comprehension. I take notes to look productive, but later I discover Iโ€™ve written things like โ€œimportant?โ€ and a very intense doodle of a cube.

Lunch happens around noonโ€ฆ I think. I only realise itโ€™s lunchtime when I look down and notice Iโ€™ve been holding a fork for at least 30 minutes without food anywhere in sight. Just me, a fork, and the haunting awareness that Iโ€™ve been mentally offline.

[No signal]

Afternoons are a… special kind of mystery. By 3 p.m., Iโ€™ve definitely doneโ€ฆ something๏น–
Not sure what. Not sure how. Not sure why. But Iโ€™m confident that somewhere in the universe, a task has been completed โ€” probably by accident, maybe by me.

As I wrap up the workday, I check my to-do list again. Everything still looks suspiciously unfinished, yet I feel weirdly tired, like Iโ€™ve run a marathon through a foggy alternate dimension where time (insert air quote around “time“) doesnโ€™t behave normally and nobody remembers anything.

Productivity level: unclear.
Confusion level: consistent.

But hey โ€” another day in the Midday Maze survived.
Yay.