I work in a warehouse, and we typically kept he roll up doors on the loading bay open all day for some light and fresh air. Every day at 4:30, plus or minus 5 minutes, the doors come down as we start wrapping up our work and cleaning up the warehouse.

Well with the recent crappy air quality, and the fact that we're all asthmatic and broken, the doors were down yesterday to keep out the smoke.

I arrive at 7:30. Start working, notice the doors but don't really think much of it. A short time later, I check my watch for the time, and kind of like "oh that's right, it's 8:30." And I keep checking my watch and getting confused. I finally kind of got into my rythym, only to subconsciously start putting my stuff away. When I realized what I was doing, I realized that I think I've been conditioned by the f*cking garage doors to pet ready to go home.

Screw the human mind. Well and dogs too I guess.