🧠 When My Brain Went on Vacation Without Telling Me

 🧠 When My Brain Went on Vacation Without Telling Me 

Ever had one of those days where your brain decides to quit without giving you a two-week notice? Buckle up. You’re about to read mine.

It all began one sunny Monday morning – which already sounds suspicious because Mondays and “sunny” don’t usually get along.

I woke up feeling unusually optimistic. That should’ve been my first red flag.

I poured orange juice into my cereal, wore mismatched socks (which I proudly called a “fashion statement”), and confidently walked out the door – without my bag, phone, or any clue what day it was.

I arrived at the office and greeted the security guard with:
“Good morning, Grandma!”
To which he replied, “I think your brain stayed in bed today.”

He was right

Chapter 1: The Great Coffee Catastrophe

I strutted to the coffee machine like a hero approaching the battlefield. Pushed the button for “Espresso.” Nothing. Pushed it again. Still nothing. I panicked.

So, I yelled: “IT’S BROKEN. WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE.”

Turns out, I hadn’t plugged it in.

A crowd had gathered.

I became known as “The Coffee Crisis Queen.”

Chapter 2: The Phantom Zoom Call

At 11 AM, I remembered I had a very important Zoom meeting. I joined the call early to look responsible. There were 14 people already on it.

I smiled. Waved. Gave a thumbs up.
Then realized I was on mute.
Unmuted myself. Forgot my camera was on.
Took a bite of my sandwich. Dropped ketchup on my shirt.
Screamed: “OH NO! MY LUNCH IS BLEEDING.”

That was the moment the CEO joined.

Chapter 3: The Elevator Incident

I got in the elevator to escape the social damage I had done. I pressed floor 4.

Elevator stopped at 3.
I got out.
Walked around.
Realized I was on the wrong floor.

Got back in.
Pressed floor 4 again.
It stopped at 5.
Got out.
Realized again I was wrong.

This went on for 15 minutes.
By the end, the elevator and I were in a toxic relationship.

Chapter 4: Brain Reboots

By 3 PM, I sat at my desk, questioning every life choice I’d ever made. My colleague walked by and said:
“Hey, nice hat!”
I wasn’t wearing a hat.
Turned out I had a coffee filter on my head from my earlier espresso breakdown.

Perfect.

Moral of the Story?

If your brain decides to take a day off, just go with it.
Hide. Drink water. And whatever you do… don’t trust elevators.

💬 Ever had a brain-off day like this? Share your hilarious disaster in the comments. Misery (and bad decisions) love company!