Have you ever lost track of time and made a mess of things?

Pintman Paddy Losty

I have a habit of losing track of what I am doing, not focusing and getting completely sidetracked. Whether I'm at work and I end up going to the jacks for a sh1te and end up reading boards for 45mins. Or if I'm out to pick up the messages and end up calling in to the pub for a few pints and don't come home for hours.

I had a particularly bad incident last Thursday. The wife sent me out to pick up a few of the smaller presents for the kids (she got the bulk of them in Smyths months ago, but she doesn't like driving in the city so asked me to go.) She also told me to pick up a chicken and dessert for the dinner after the carol service that we were heading to that evening.

Not a bother says I. I'll be in and out in an hour. I'll spin by supervalu on the way, then in to town, pick up the few little bits, home and I'll probably have enough time to watch The Chase when I get home before the Carol service.

Ended up down around Drury street. The place was jam packed at 3 in the day! Lots of "The Big 4" type companies must have been having their Christmas parties. Gaggles of savage looking young ones tottering around the place in heels and sexy santa style outfits. Jesus if it didn't give me the absolute horn of Gondor. Ended up being transfixed and walking up and down the streets gawking at solicitors and accountants for an hour.

It was like I was hypnotised. I figured the only way I was going to break this spell was if I got my end away, and very soon. I whipped out the smartphone and had a look at my favourite 'dating website' - saw there was tasty looking Czech bird just down in Temple bar. Had a meeting set up in 20 mins. I'll spare you all the lurid details but she was an absolute goer, that's all I'll say.

Completely lost track of time. It was well after six by the time I got back to the car in the multistory. Ice cream (which I completely forgot about) was melted all over the back of the suede seats in the Audi. Thankfully it was cold enough so the chicken was still fine to eat that night.

I made it just in time to the Carol service (the wife had to drive herself and the kids and meet me there - wasn't enough time to get home with the traffic). Had a chuckle to myself at the church thinking it wasn't too long since I was servicing Karol myself, haha.

Cost me €100 to get the icecream stains out of the seats though. Disaster!

Have any of you lost track of time and made a mess of things??

Sardonicat

Pintman Paddy Losty wrote: »

I have a habit of losing track of what I am doing, not focusing and getting completely sidetracked. Whether I'm at work and I end up going to the jacks for a sh1te and end up reading boards for 45mins. Or if I'm out to pick up the messages and end up calling in to the pub for a few pints and don't come home for hours.

I had a particularly bad incident last Thursday. The wife sent me out to pick up a few of the smaller presents for the kids (she got the bulk of them in Smyths months ago, but she doesn't like driving in the city so asked me to go.) She also told me to pick up a chicken and dessert for the dinner after the carol service that we were heading to that evening.

Not a bother says I. I'll be in and out in an hour. I'll spin by supervalu on the way, then in to town, pick up the few little bits, home and I'll probably have enough time to watch The Chase when I get home before the Carol service.

Ended up down around Drury street. The place was jam packed at 3 in the day! Lots of "The Big 4" type companies must have been having their Christmas parties. Gaggles of savage looking young ones tottering around the place in heels and sexy santa style outfits. Jesus if it didn't give me the absolute horn of Gondor. Ended up being transfixed and walking up and down the streets gawking at solicitors and accountants for an hour.

It was like I was hypnotised. I figured the only way I was going to break this spell was if I got my end away, and very soon. I whipped out the smartphone and had a look at my favourite 'dating website' - saw there was tasty looking Czech bird just down in Temple bar. Had a meeting set up in 20 mins. I'll spare you all the lurid details but she was an absolute goer, that's all I'll say.

Completely lost track of time. It was well after six by the time I got back to the car in the multistory. Ice cream (which I completely forgot about) was melted all over the back of the suede seats in the Audi. Thankfully it was cold enough so the chicken was still fine to eat that night.

I made it just in time to the Carol service (the wife had to drive herself and the kids and meet me there - wasn't enough time to get home with the traffic). Had a chuckle to myself at the church thinking it wasn't too long since I was servicing Karol myself, haha.

Cost me €100 to get the icecream stains out of the seats though. Disaster!

Have any of you lost track of time and made a mess of things??

Yes, I've just lost 90 seconds reading your BS post.

buried

Sounds like a modern day episode of Glenroe.

The Christmas Day episode you'll probably end up getting caught too.

That's how these fictional DRAMA soap operas work dese days.

Fr_Dougal

nthclare

I don't know about losing track of time, but your life is a bit of a mess

Gwynplaine

Whats the name of the second album by Guns n Roses?

EmmetSpiceland

How much is that 20 minutes costing you? Would not just “sort” yourself out?

I think it must be a pretty low point for anyone to have a brothel’s number saved in their phone. Be careful with that one. I know some it who caught their boyfriend out when he was frequenting such “establishments”.

Nothing really came of that though, they still got married. Your missus may not be so forgiving.