Further organizational progress documented (Are you snoring yet?!)

I discovered this morning that a hefty chuck of the stack of correspondence that got palmed off on me from our departed co-worker was actually *not* my responsibility. Of course, I'm still stuck with an ever-increasing heap of crap...I may have to start going in early, because I CAN'T FUCKING CONCENTRATE on that and go back and forth between that and the bloody phone! It wouldn't be *quite* as bad if we weren't stuck pinch-hitting for the fuck-wits in the (Other) office. Will someone explain to me why, when we're the office who always gets asked to cover everyone else's asses, we can't get personnel replaced when they leave?! *deep breathing--inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale....*

Took out my aggressions on the bookshelf that was planted in front of my linen closet...I shifted it there at some point to be able to close the door and never shifted it back. Ended up sticking it in the middle room and dumping all the crap in the vicinity, including a box of cassettes stuck under my desk--I haven't listened to cassettes in *ages*, and these were all 20 years old and covered in dust. I didn't even *try* to sort through them. That way lies clutter. Good-bye!

The closet...well, it's *supposed* to be a linen closet, but currently, it holds all my Christmas decorations and odds and ends. B suggested I get some of those vacuum-shrink bags for storage of blankets/comforters and the like, which strikes me as more workable. Which still begs the question of what's going to live in that closet...winter stuff like Christmas decorations, comforters and my space heater would certainly make sense. Maybe even my vacuum, if I arrange the shelves creatively enough.

I also spent an hour in my bedroom closet--it's packed, but by god *sorted*. From right to left, long sleeves, short sleeves, sleeveless and vests, separated by woven or knit and somewhat arrayed by color. Then it's pants, skirts, and on the far left, dresses and trouser suits--and that doesn't include what's in the laundry, what I'm wearing, what's hanging on assorted doors, or what I will undoubtedly excavate when I dig further. I'm honestly not sure if that's indicative that I've got too many clothes or if my closet is inadequately designed (by the same turkey who perpetrated my kitchen).

I'm reading "The Thin Man" (the Dashiell Hammett mystery), on loan from PJ...was quite amused to find out that Asta was originally a schnauzer, NOT a fox terrier, as in the films!

Further organizational progress documented (Are you snoring yet?!)

I discovered this morning that a hefty chuck of the stack of correspondence that got palmed off on me from our departed co-worker was actually *not* my responsibility. Of course, I'm still stuck with an ever-increasing heap of crap...I may have to start going in early, because I CAN'T FUCKING CONCENTRATE on that and go back and forth between that and the bloody phone! It wouldn't be *quite* as bad if we weren't stuck pinch-hitting for the fuck-wits in the (Other) office. Will someone explain to me why, when we're the office who always gets asked to cover everyone else's asses, we can't get personnel replaced when they leave?! *deep breathing--inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale....*

Took out my aggressions on the bookshelf that was planted in front of my linen closet...I shifted it there at some point to be able to close the door and never shifted it back. Ended up sticking it in the middle room and dumping all the crap in the vicinity, including a box of cassettes stuck under my desk--I haven't listened to cassettes in *ages*, and these were all 20 years old and covered in dust. I didn't even *try* to sort through them. That way lies clutter. Good-bye!

The closet...well, it's *supposed* to be a linen closet, but currently, it holds all my Christmas decorations and odds and ends. B suggested I get some of those vacuum-shrink bags for storage of blankets/comforters and the like, which strikes me as more workable. Which still begs the question of what's going to live in that closet...winter stuff like Christmas decorations, comforters and my space heater would certainly make sense. Maybe even my vacuum, if I arrange the shelves creatively enough.

I also spent an hour in my bedroom closet--it's packed, but by god *sorted*. From right to left, long sleeves, short sleeves, sleeveless and vests, separated by woven or knit and somewhat arrayed by color. Then it's pants, skirts, and on the far left, dresses and trouser suits--and that doesn't include what's in the laundry, what I'm wearing, what's hanging on assorted doors, or what I will undoubtedly excavate when I dig further. I'm honestly not sure if that's indicative that I've got too many clothes or if my closet is inadequately designed (by the same turkey who perpetrated my kitchen).

I'm reading "The Thin Man" (the Dashiell Hammett mystery), on loan from PJ...was quite amused to find out that Asta was originally a schnauzer, NOT a fox terrier, as in the films!