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toomuchplor) wrote2011-04-04 05:37 pm
toomuchplor) wrote2011-04-04 05:37 pm
I'm like my own TLC special.
I've been having procrastination cascade failure lately -- you know, the sort of thing where you are putting off doing X because doing X means you have to immediately worry about Y and Z, and whole bunch of other letters after that like evil dominos. But the snow is (at last) starting to melt, the sun is shining, and these things usually conspire to make me get off my butt and tackle the Big Things I've been avoiding.
The main Big Thing is my home office. (I don't have a "work" office as I work from home; I use the phrase mostly to distinguish this room from the living room where I've been unofficially working off my laptop while sitting on the couch.) It's never been fully organized, not since the day I moved in in early 2008. Last year I got a big storage unit thingy from Ikea with high hopes of finally putting everything away but I was quickly disheartened when, in true Ikea fashion, the filing drawers fell apart during assembly one after another. "Well," I said, "I can hardly have an office with no filing space!" So the project ground to a halt. And of course, this is at a time when I was regularly being sent home with literally boxes and boxes of unfiled paperwork as we were having an outgoing board member who wanted to rid herself of a decade's worth of board materials. So the office clutter mounted and mounted while I told the board over and over that we would have to find a file cabinet for me. Since we're a non-profit this includes the understanding that it must be as cheap as possible, hopefully free.
Finally, *finally* this fall one of our board members came through, and to make a long story very slightly shorter, I wound up with a filing cabinet parked on its side in first my front hall and then (due to Christmas guests and a need for some tidiness in the rest of the house) right in the middle of the office, making the entire room impassable.
No, literally.
I started making jokes about my Hoarders homage room. The sign telling my cleaner to stay out has become a permanent fixture. I started to wonder if there were feral cats lurking among the boxes, spilled paper, hulking furniture, and yarn. (The office doubles as my craft storage space. Hey, I have a 2-bdrm condo. This is reality.)
So today I woke up, ate breakfast, got dressed, flailed at the LJ-outage, and finally started hauling everything out of the scary office. Now, six or seven hours later, the mess is predictably spread over my living room AND office and the office is accessible if still a complete disaster. I have refiled all my existing files into the new(ly donated but ancient) cabinet and now I'm going to make myself feel better by hauling the day's worth of paper recycling fallout to the depot nearby (only one box and a stack of cardboard, not bad actually) and posting a few things I've been putting off posting. Maybe I'll even have a second wind tonight and get into filing the two crates of papers that I've sorted into "to file" stacks. One can dream...but my true goal is to have this all sorted out by the end of the week.
And all this because I'm meant to have laminate installed in my living room/hallway sometime soon and I'll need someplace to -- you guessed it -- shove all my furniture in the meantime. My condo is like one of those finger puzzles with the one blank space that you keep pushing around as you try to assemble the picture of the cat or whatever.
TL;DR version: Plor has issues with paper and is really looking forward to the real digital age. And then she thinks about the state of her work Gmail account and wants to cryyyyyy.
ETA: Ahhh... got all the pre-filing done, and about half the actual filing too. Now all that remains is the huge stack of work-related filing (the rest was music/personal life/tax crap related). Tomorrow's goal: finish filing, start figuring out where non-paper things will live, and maybe go shopping for containers for said things. So. Much. Stuff. I hate working from home sometimes.
The main Big Thing is my home office. (I don't have a "work" office as I work from home; I use the phrase mostly to distinguish this room from the living room where I've been unofficially working off my laptop while sitting on the couch.) It's never been fully organized, not since the day I moved in in early 2008. Last year I got a big storage unit thingy from Ikea with high hopes of finally putting everything away but I was quickly disheartened when, in true Ikea fashion, the filing drawers fell apart during assembly one after another. "Well," I said, "I can hardly have an office with no filing space!" So the project ground to a halt. And of course, this is at a time when I was regularly being sent home with literally boxes and boxes of unfiled paperwork as we were having an outgoing board member who wanted to rid herself of a decade's worth of board materials. So the office clutter mounted and mounted while I told the board over and over that we would have to find a file cabinet for me. Since we're a non-profit this includes the understanding that it must be as cheap as possible, hopefully free.
Finally, *finally* this fall one of our board members came through, and to make a long story very slightly shorter, I wound up with a filing cabinet parked on its side in first my front hall and then (due to Christmas guests and a need for some tidiness in the rest of the house) right in the middle of the office, making the entire room impassable.
No, literally.
I started making jokes about my Hoarders homage room. The sign telling my cleaner to stay out has become a permanent fixture. I started to wonder if there were feral cats lurking among the boxes, spilled paper, hulking furniture, and yarn. (The office doubles as my craft storage space. Hey, I have a 2-bdrm condo. This is reality.)
So today I woke up, ate breakfast, got dressed, flailed at the LJ-outage, and finally started hauling everything out of the scary office. Now, six or seven hours later, the mess is predictably spread over my living room AND office and the office is accessible if still a complete disaster. I have refiled all my existing files into the new(ly donated but ancient) cabinet and now I'm going to make myself feel better by hauling the day's worth of paper recycling fallout to the depot nearby (only one box and a stack of cardboard, not bad actually) and posting a few things I've been putting off posting. Maybe I'll even have a second wind tonight and get into filing the two crates of papers that I've sorted into "to file" stacks. One can dream...but my true goal is to have this all sorted out by the end of the week.
And all this because I'm meant to have laminate installed in my living room/hallway sometime soon and I'll need someplace to -- you guessed it -- shove all my furniture in the meantime. My condo is like one of those finger puzzles with the one blank space that you keep pushing around as you try to assemble the picture of the cat or whatever.
TL;DR version: Plor has issues with paper and is really looking forward to the real digital age. And then she thinks about the state of her work Gmail account and wants to cryyyyyy.
ETA: Ahhh... got all the pre-filing done, and about half the actual filing too. Now all that remains is the huge stack of work-related filing (the rest was music/personal life/tax crap related). Tomorrow's goal: finish filing, start figuring out where non-paper things will live, and maybe go shopping for containers for said things. So. Much. Stuff. I hate working from home sometimes.