I currently have 2 packing jobs in Chicago, starting a week from Friday, then a straight shot to the UK where I have 2 packing jobs spread over 3 parts of the country -- Sussex, York and London. What's more, I had to turn down a job packing a lovely library in NYC because they needed it done now, now, now and I couldn't figure out how to do it short of working 21 days straight since we've also got a major fair going in London for which I have to work up some export licenses before I leave. And to think I was told it should be a quiet summer...
Frazzled is now my middle name. My car's in the shop for transmission repair. My credit cards are close to their limits, thanks to the travel expenses I've already racked up and am in the process of racking up. A book I ordered in the middle of April from Amazon still hasn't shown up, and they're being completely uncaring about it. I'm trying to get A65 set up as a paperback, but the cover's going to be more difficult than I thought. And that's on top of being at work and having to do 47 things at one time, something I've never been good at.
I envy people who can multi-task and keep track of themselves. I've always been very chaotic in my filing and cleaning and arrangements, in general. Right now my desk has headphones I haven't used in weeks, on it, along with a piece of string, an old handkerchief, an external hard drive and cable, a half-used dispenser of Scotch tape, my checkbook, three paper clips, a calculator, a stack of scratch paper, a container of thumb drives, a small ruler atop them, some business cards, a white out strip dispenser, a couple of coupons to CVS, a nearly empty box of toothpicks, Strunk & White's "Elements of Style", a black bandana, a back scratcher, a nearly empty jar of alcohol, a stapler, three pens of varying shapes and colors, a tube of Ben Gay, tweezers, an upright row of file folders holding my life over the last year, a flat file holder with copyright docs in it along with my bills and budget and stamps and such, and a red ribbon curled in a corner by my desk lamp.
Does this make me a packrat?
Frazzled is now my middle name. My car's in the shop for transmission repair. My credit cards are close to their limits, thanks to the travel expenses I've already racked up and am in the process of racking up. A book I ordered in the middle of April from Amazon still hasn't shown up, and they're being completely uncaring about it. I'm trying to get A65 set up as a paperback, but the cover's going to be more difficult than I thought. And that's on top of being at work and having to do 47 things at one time, something I've never been good at.
I envy people who can multi-task and keep track of themselves. I've always been very chaotic in my filing and cleaning and arrangements, in general. Right now my desk has headphones I haven't used in weeks, on it, along with a piece of string, an old handkerchief, an external hard drive and cable, a half-used dispenser of Scotch tape, my checkbook, three paper clips, a calculator, a stack of scratch paper, a container of thumb drives, a small ruler atop them, some business cards, a white out strip dispenser, a couple of coupons to CVS, a nearly empty box of toothpicks, Strunk & White's "Elements of Style", a black bandana, a back scratcher, a nearly empty jar of alcohol, a stapler, three pens of varying shapes and colors, a tube of Ben Gay, tweezers, an upright row of file folders holding my life over the last year, a flat file holder with copyright docs in it along with my bills and budget and stamps and such, and a red ribbon curled in a corner by my desk lamp.
Does this make me a packrat?
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