July 22, 2005
To Do List
(Yeah, uh, about that "Regular Scheduled Progamming" shit? I think I spoke too soon.)
Ahem. Witness:
Note the distinct lack of organization, the photographs mingled with paperwork and vitamins, unused cookbooks, and some kitschy barnwood-framed painting of herbs I haphazardly bought at Target three years ago, mistakenly believing it to be cute and reminiscent of my grandparents' abode. Formerly residing above the kitchen sink in my previous, tiny-as-hell, shoebox apartment, that piece of "artwork" has plagued that unreachable shelf for a year and a half. Why do I still have this.
Egads. Some of those statements date back over a year. Ouch.
Office supplies. Namely, pens. Don't ever pay for them. I like to call this "I Worked at the Palomino For Two and a Half Years and All I Got Was This Lousy Pen Collection." Note the address book, filled with phone numbers of people I have not made contact with in years.
Wha? What is this? Is that a poster rolled up in there?
Note the marked difference between the cabinet and the drawer. Here we have a shining example of proper organization. Ignore the fact that the telephone book is from a city I haven't lived in for nine years.
Behold, the "filing cabinet." Four boxes stuffed with disorganized crap, divorce papers, photographs, and birthday cards from my Mom dating back a good five years. Note: the black box underneath the desk, the bottom one, ISN'T EVEN MINE. While the owner of said box is currently rehabilitating himself after a few years of junkiehood - successfully rehabbing, it should be said, and I'm happy for him - I am here at home, storing his resumes. What is his problem, anyway. What, "being healthy" is more important than driving several hundred miles to come pick up this harmless little box of stuff? Jerk.
Ah, the notebooks. That suitcase, plus the bottom shelf, contain thirteen years of pre-blogging angst. Burn, baby, burn.
Behold, the glory. File boxes, on sale at Target, two for $9.99. Also, two photo boxes. Because that's where old, non-album-worthy photos belong.
Hark, the herald organizational angels are singing. To be continued.
Posted by stephanie at July 22, 2005 08:53 AM