Organizational Chaos
so now that we have all dried our eyes from that tearful tragedy lets move on to what i'm not doing...
that would be work. i'm supposed to be listening to recorded calls about now. i work in a call center for "giant corp" as a trainer. i am going to have to demonstrate the kind of calls that we take for one of our clients. the best way to do this would be to carefully sift through many calls and lovingly pick out the best examples. i should have a clever mix of the good, the very good and those that should be fired.
instead i am updating my diary and contemplating a game of online solitaire. i did accomplish a few tasks today. i would be in quite the hurt bag to tell you what any of them were. i'm pretty sure that my desk looks messy enough to convince the casual observer that i'm a slave to the grind.
that's what i'm really after... the kind of clutter and disorganized flotsam that has me looking the dedicated employee. however if that is what really signifies that someone is putting in the hours then i must work very diligently in my room.
i spend about 20 minutes a week in my bedroom. too busy staying over at the boy's pad. when i do stay there i'm usually in some form of drunken stupor and as such, i'm not too concerned where my clothes land. also, i've been doing laundry on the fly. this means that i do laundry and then carefully sort through the stuff that comes out of the drier by tossing it onto my bed.
later when it's time to hit the hay i toss the stuff back into a basket. then i'll dig through the basket again when a new ensemble is required. this goes on for days until i can no longer recognize what is clean or what has just accidentally joined the lot in the basket. i have to start from scratch then...
would you think that i would get tired of this and simply put the laundry away? would you? you would then be fooled into thinking that i spend enough time in the room that i pay rent for to actually fold or hang anything. i moved things into that room in august and many bits remained packed.
i'm not proud of it. it does explain why i don't feel i really have a home, doesn't it? it's hard to feel at home in the boy's tiki-inspired pad when all i'm encouraged to keep there is the bare necessities. by encouraged i mean that pretty much anything else that strays out of my duffle ends up nicely folded next to the door with the unspoken message that it'd better get going.
tonight i feel that i should sail home and get to work on a little home-making. but really, it's the weekend. all told, my main concerns are in getting some greasy food and passing out in front of a game of tetris.
pathetic.
i'm really hoping that my stevie wonder cds will kick in some sort of untapped cleaning demon. could happen. i could magically organize my room into the kind of beaudoir a gal hates to leave. they perform magic on all those really hideous rooms on tv and it never takes more than an hour...
so, if i don't report in on monday it's because i'm stuck under a hamper trying to unify functionality and personality in my living space. oh heck...
