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The forgotten lunch bag
One morning I made my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge get milk for breakfast.
What I saw instead was Mr. FAF’s lunch box sitting on the rack and staring at me in the face.
“Is Mr. FAF going to lunch with his colleague today?” I asked myself.
I just assumed the answer was yes and went on with my day.
After I got to the office, I messaged Mr. FAF about the lunch box. He told me he had forgotten to bring it.
What happened next
My happiness level on that day just dropped by 50%.
A forgotten work lunch in my mind means eating out and spending money.
Mr. FAF told me that he would go to a Chinese buffet that normally costs $10.5.
I wasn’t thrilled about it, but $10 didn’t sound to bad.
Later that afternoon, Mr. FAF came back from lunch and sent me photos of three huge dishes of Chinese food.
He also informed me that it cost the two of them $60 or $30 each. I was livid.
After Mr. FAF started working and bringing in more income, I no longer track all of his expenses.
However, when I thought about how he went from forgetting his lunch to planning a $10.5 meal and from that to a $30 lunch sounded outrageous to me.
I was not happy about it. Mr. FAF explained that he initially just wanted to order one dish, but his friend insisted on three.
He implied that he didn’t choose to spend $30 on lunch when it would have cost him $0 if he hadn’t forgotten his food.
His friend made that decision, and he just went with it. I accepted that explanation. But deep down I wasn’t thrilled about it. Mr. FAF’s forgetfulness cost us $30 that day.
My lunch bag story
I was upset at Mr. FAF for forgetting his lunch at home. But it has happened to me before. And sometimes I still wonder if I actually made the right decision in this story.
It was a rainy day in October last year. I took my lunchbox out of the fridge and put it on the dining table to take with me to work. However, after grabbing the umbrella, trying to play a podcast on my phone, and carrying a bag, I totally forgot about the lunchbox.
As I was heading out of the house, I felt like something was missing. I didn’t carry as much stuff as usual. But I thought maybe it was the rain that made me feel so liberated.
I kept on walking to the Metro. As the train had passed one stop, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my work lunch at home. In the next 3 minutes, I ran a series of cost-and-benefit analyses of whether I should go home to get my lunch instead of eating out at work.
At that time, it was just Mr. FAF and me living together, so no one else was at home to help put my food back in the fridge.
1. At least $1 for swiping the Metro card in and out of the platform
2. A 30 minute walk home and back to the Metro. I got up an hour earlier than usual than that day, so I wasn’t afraid of being late for work.
1. Not having to drop at least $9 on lunch
2. Not having to spend at least 15 minutes going to get lunch and waiting in line for it
3. Exercise with a 30-minute walk (despite the rain)
4. Packed lunch not wasted in room temperature at home
5. A memorable lesson/reminder for not forgetting the lunchbox
The analysis didn’t take me than two minutes since the pros seemed to outweigh the con. At the next Metro stop, I stood up with conviction and made my way off the platform to go home. I got my lunch bag and secured my lunch for that day.
It wasn’t the first time being forgetful costs us money. Both Mr. FAF and I have forgotten something somewhere, which caused us a lot of grief, anxiety, and even tension in our marriage.
One of my pet peeves about Mr. FAF is that he’s very absent-minded. I would be surprised if he didn’t have to look for something every day. It could be his glasses, wallet, or clothes.
There was one week when Mr. FAF would ask me where his wallet was every day. Sometimes he would get tired of looking for things himself and just waited until they magically showed up somewhere. Sometimes both of us would spend hours trying to find our belongings thanks to Mr. FAF.
On our trip to China and Vietnam 4 years ago, we almost lost our camera because Mr. FAF had simply forgotten it on the plane. Twice.
Needless to say, we spent hours frantically trying to contact the help desk at the airport in order to retrieve the camera. We had planned to take a look around at the airport in Soul and maybe try some Korean food. It was a loss of time, fun, and efficiency.
After a series of issues with BlueHost, I decided to transfer my blog and the domain name to SiteGround at the recommendation of other bloggers. The site transfer went smoothly, but the domain didn’t.
I was supposed to open an email from SiteGround and approve the domain transfer. But I didn’t. I might have even opened it but ignored it altogether.
It wasn’t until I got an email from BlueHost warning me that my domain was expiring in a week that I started to freak out. To make the long story short, I paid Bluehost $15.99 to renew the domain for another year to ensure a smooth domain transfer to SiteGround.
I was just so happy that I wasn’t so absent-minded to the point of letting the domain expire and later having to spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars trying to recover it.
I was so embarrassed and felt so guilty that I didn’t even tell Mr. FAF. I’m not sure if it qualifies as financial infidelity, but maybe I will tell him this story one day when he’s in a super good mood or something. He probably will just say it’s ok, but it won’t take my guilt and shame away.
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We are human and can’t remember everything all the time. Sometimes it’s just a small incident such as forgetting to take our vitamins in the morning. Sometimes it can be a major nuisance such as forgetting our lunch bag. Sometimes it can cause a headache and ruin the fun on a trip like forgetting our passport or luggage somewhere.
I now check if I have my lunch with my every morning before heading out the door. I also keep dry food such as instant noodles, oatmeal, nuts and salted duck eggs at my desk to avoid having to buy lunch if I indeed forget to bring food with me.
For other aspects of my life, I think trying to stay organized is key to knowing where things are and address problems the moment they arise.
I know it’s easier said than done. I’m the first person in my marriage to freak out if Mr. FAF and I have an emergency. But it’s always a learning process, and part of me is glad that Mr. FAF, my absent-minded husband, is with me on this journey.