Last night, a spill occurred at my workplace. One of us had to stand by the spill and wait until the other person returned with the necessary supplies to clean it.
So, I waited.
And when my coworker returned with the cleaning supplies, he brought out a black 24″ squeegee and began sweeping the liquid to one place.
At first, I thought of it as just another spill, and my mind wandered elsewhere as he was cleaning the floor.
But as soon as he smacked the squeegee onto the floor, a wave of memories resurfaced from my first job— a job that required me to dump a bucket of soapy water onto the floor and use a long squeegee to clean it.
I never bothered to remember these moments because they were meaningless.
But just the sound of a cleaning tool being used, one I had forgotten about, was enough for those memories to return.
It’s not a core memory, but a vivid one nonetheless.
And I don’t know why I suddenly remembered it.
Still, it was a rewarding experience.
Enough to make me smile.
Here’s my quote for the day.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
Cesare Pavese