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One of many issues

  • Posted on December 12, 2011 at 10:00 am

So I have this problem. I can’t seem to be able to throw papers away. Or throw…STUFF… away, really. It piles and piles and then I move the piles around and SAY I’m going to file it where it belongs…

You know the drill. Move the piles again. Until something important gets lost and I have to go through the piles to find it. And the piles, they are prodigious. Bills. Statements. Bills.

I burned out the motor on the shredder.

I cannot throw these documents in the trash. They have shred-worthy data on them. And I take the shreds and put them in the compost pile and then my next year’s garden will be nourished by a healthy helping of paranoia.

Except for the small problem of the shredder not working.

These things don’t need to be filed; I don’t keep records like I used to. I check my bank account daily, sometimes several times a day online. I’ve gone paperless everywhere I can, pay bills through the bank’s webpage and still the piles grow.

The icing on the cake? Oh, that comes in the form of the Stuff Mama left here for me to handle. Piles upon piles of paperwork with sensitive data on it. Tax returns from 1995 to 2007. Checking statements with cancelled checks. Book after book after book after book of check duplicates.

And then finally, the solution hit me.

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On NOT Getting Things Done

  • Posted on November 20, 2008 at 12:48 pm

Jenijen has this mistaken idea that everyone else “gets it all done”. She’s a little overwhelmed. I’m there too, I’ve just had a little more time to embrace The Suckitude(tm).

I don’t get everything done. Sometimes you hafta know what to throw under the bus – AND to be okay with the fact that you threw it under the bus.

Case in point: this post has been sitting in draft mode since she wrote HER post – nearly two weeks ago.

My piles have their own little subpiles. There is a huge bottleneck at the laundry table – almost all of it is clean, but needs to be folded/sorted/put away. My desk is buried under stacks of papers needing to be shredded (can’t find the shredder, natch), computer parts and textbooks. The sofa has a pile of its own – I moved to the sofa when I could no longer stand sitting at my desk. Socks are mating (and reproducing) next to the shoe box.

But. There is food in the cabinet – and it’s not just the “wow I think that’s been in there for three years” stuff. Yes, there is a laundry pile, but it’s clean and makes wardrobe assembly much more speedy: “Sorry kid, that favorite tshirt that you’re looking for must be dirty. Here, why don’t you wear THIS favorite long-sleeved shirt instead, and that way you won’t freeze at school?”

And now let me whip out ye olde cliche: I will never EVER say “I wish I’d scrubbed the toilet instead of reading that bedtime story”. Nor will I say “I wish I had folded the laundry instead of cuddling you in the rocking chair.”

Ever.

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