Now, what was my work about?

Oh yeah, memory. And faces, at that.
Wouldn't you agree with me when I say that expertise is not necessarily highly correlated with skill, but with knowledge instead? Case in point?

This morning, as I was walking into town (which is like an extremely strenuous hike of, um, roughly probably maximally 5-8 min) I hit the time just right to pass a bus station when an actual bus was bound to stop and continue its way into town. Clever girl that I am, I thought "ah, let's save some minutes". You know where this is going? Let me tell you, you guessed it. Partially. So as I'm approaching the bus I spot another gal waiting for exiting passengers before boarding the bus herself and I think to myself "oh, she looks like one of our trainees" (don't tell 'em!). So when I entered the bus after her and since I only wanted to ride the bus for one frickin' station (I should've known better!), I took up a spot next to the door and waited there for the bus to leave. And sure enough, doors closing and all, we set off. And me, being the polite person that I am, greeted her and asked her if she was living close by, cause (get this!) then she wouldn't have to walk too far for Friday's meeting. Right? To which she reacted with a puzzled expression, but then disclosed that she indeed lived close by (now that is a surprise, given the fact that she was hopping aboard a bus in a residential neighborhood). And then, she was like... "but what meeting?". And I, being the outspoken person that I am, replied with "well, the trainee meeting". Lest you knew it, I myself was getting a bit nervous quite sure of myself. I definitely knew her face and was pretty certain of her name (even that!), so I was assuring myself by non-suggestively asking her "well, you're XXXX, aren't you?". Um, sooooo very not. Now, WHERE ARE THE HOLES IN THE GROUND WHEN YOU DESPERATELY, DEFINITELY NEED ONE???? WHERE???
There's a German saying "Gute Miene zum bösen Spiel machen" which means something like putting a good face on a matter. And putting I did. I tried to rescue it. Really. My next congenial input to the situation went something like "but I do know you". To which she - surprise, surprise - said, that she knew me as well (duh, this city is NOT big and sooner or later you're bound to run over someone again!) and if I was in fact working in the institute. *gasp* "Um, yeah". Turns out she participated in one of my experiments (darn it, too much work! I can't even keep track of my participants!). I, again, tried to make sense of this (note to myself: stop trying to understand everything!) and asked her if it was the one study with the many sessions. Perplexed again. So there. I wished so desperately to get off that bus...
At that time the bus had roughly covered 200 m due to two red lights.

Marvelous.