Confronted with the brutality of reality

I came face to face with a couple of harsh facts about myself. People can say what they say and think what they think but it is all a matter of perception. Some say that perception is reality. The truth is that the perceived reality another person may have of you is, in your perception, not reality. It is simply their perception.....until you are confronted with the reality that their perception truly was the reality all along.
As a Realtor working for a broker who happens to be my father, I am paid commission checks by my mother. I drove to her house to pick up a check and headed straight to the bank. I pulled up to the window at the drivethrough, filled out a checking deposit slip and deposited the entire check into my account. After that I drove home to start on some work. As I began I remembered that I had a bill coming due which would take a huge piece of the money just deposited. I looked online and realized that there were some changes I needed to make to the account which would require a phone call so I decided to just pay it over the phone while I was at it. I took care of my business over the phone and paid the bill. I was still looking at my account information on the website which had the last 4 digits of my checking account listed when the service rep started to read my confirmation number to me. That's when it hit me. This is a fairly new bank account and I still don't have the account number memorized. I never looked at those numbers that day prior to that very moment. So, I panicked and racked my brain in an attempt to figure out what numbers I would have used to fill out the account portion of the deposit slip. Instead of reaching into my purse and pulling out my checkbook to retreive my account number, I decided to use the account number on the check that I was depositing. Yes, I deposited that check right back into the account from which it was written. I am a MORON!! I called the bank but the check had already been sent out so there was nothing they could do. I had only one option. I had to explain my embarassment to my perfect mother (and that's not just my perception).
So, out I go to pick up another check and once again head to the bank. I pull up to the window at the drivethrough and start to fill out the checking deposit slip again. This time I'm smart. I'm not going to make this same mistake twice. I reach into my purse and pull out my check book at which point I decide that a check book is a great surface to use while filling out a deposit slip. So, I fill out the deposit slip and grab the check that I'm depositing so that I, once again, can use it to provide the necessary account information to deposit it. AHHHHHHHH!!!! Fool myself once, I'm a moron. Fool myself twice.....I don't even know. Someone just needs to put me out of my misery! Thankfully I was able to catch my error prior to the transaction taking place this time. However, at this point I'm starting to wonder how I ever made it this far.
After pulling away from the bank I attempt to convince myself that I truly am as smart as I once perceived myself to be and that it must be low blood sugar that drove me to temporary insanity. So, I pull into the McDonald's near my house to order a meal. For some reason, the large fries are always good and the small fries are always good. You order a medium and they're always old. I realize this as I'm pulling away and decide it's worth it to me to turn around and trade them in for some fresh ones. The drivethrough line is ridiculous so I park and run inside. They very quickly replaced my fries and I started to turn and leave when one of the girls behind the counter said, "You decided to dine in today?" I said, "Excuse me?" She then repeated herself and said, "You decided to dine in today? You're my usual drivethrough girl!"
I didn't even attempt to make light of the conversation as I just shook my head in the disgust of self-realization and said, "WOW! I'm really here every day! Aren't I?"
"My usual drivethrough girl" This is my title. I'm a regular. This is the point a person reaches when they start ordering "the usual"!! As if it isn't difficult enough for me to face the fact that I am a complete moron, I now have to just accept that I am a hopeless cause. I am a completely hopeless moron!! It's a good thing I like me.