Everything Seems Cluttered
If I had to put a finger on my main source of mental illness it would have to be that when I feel cluttered, I'm cooked.
How many emails are in your inbox as saved, sent, or archived?
I was talking to a guy today who said that he had 1,400 saved emails.
I would honestly slit my throat.
I have zero saved, zero in the sent box, zero in the box waiting to be opened. If I get one, I address it and delete it. If there are emails in the box when I wake up in the morning I address them and delete them as well...even before I hit the head.
If the kids leave their shoes in one of the rooms where I decided that shoes shouldn't be stored, I put them in the room where they should go.
But I hide one of them.
I can't stand when we take a car trip because they leave things behind in the cup holders.
I will very often be driving down the road when it hits me that the storage area where I keep job information, in the back of the truck, is disorganized.
I have pulled over at a rest stop to clean it up on more than one occasion.
I don't know what it is. I have a black notebook to organize my writing thoughts. A black notebook to organize my work visits, and recently I have been compiling a to-do list to go along with the to-do list that I have in the black notebook.
When I feel disorganized, I'm shot. The mood is shot. Productivity suffers, and I get a little cranky.
The graduation party threw me into a real tizzy this week.
We have borrowed roasters sitting on the cupboard downstairs. We had tables and chairs in the garage. My good buddy Jeff picked them up in a hurry though because, after all, he knows me.
He knew it was driving me batty.
So, all others out there with such an affliction please come forward.
I arrange my life so much that its almost like I'm trying to get enough done so that I don't even have to be present for it to work.
Did anyone really doubt that I'm not crazy?
How many emails are in your inbox as saved, sent, or archived?
I was talking to a guy today who said that he had 1,400 saved emails.
I would honestly slit my throat.
I have zero saved, zero in the sent box, zero in the box waiting to be opened. If I get one, I address it and delete it. If there are emails in the box when I wake up in the morning I address them and delete them as well...even before I hit the head.
If the kids leave their shoes in one of the rooms where I decided that shoes shouldn't be stored, I put them in the room where they should go.
But I hide one of them.
I can't stand when we take a car trip because they leave things behind in the cup holders.
I will very often be driving down the road when it hits me that the storage area where I keep job information, in the back of the truck, is disorganized.
I have pulled over at a rest stop to clean it up on more than one occasion.
I don't know what it is. I have a black notebook to organize my writing thoughts. A black notebook to organize my work visits, and recently I have been compiling a to-do list to go along with the to-do list that I have in the black notebook.
When I feel disorganized, I'm shot. The mood is shot. Productivity suffers, and I get a little cranky.
The graduation party threw me into a real tizzy this week.
We have borrowed roasters sitting on the cupboard downstairs. We had tables and chairs in the garage. My good buddy Jeff picked them up in a hurry though because, after all, he knows me.
He knew it was driving me batty.
So, all others out there with such an affliction please come forward.
I arrange my life so much that its almost like I'm trying to get enough done so that I don't even have to be present for it to work.
Did anyone really doubt that I'm not crazy?
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