tidy up! Tidy up! Everything goes into it's place!
tidy up! Tidy up! Now it's time to tidy up!
I am working rather hard at trying to clear out my junk.
Boxes and boxes of stuff never accessed nor sorted since I bought this place in 2001.
In addition to my own nasty garbage, I have had to sort, store and re-gift my father's garbage as well. My stuff just kept getting put further and further to the back of the storage room.
Having resigned from three organizations I must now deliver things which I have been holding on their behalf lo these many years. Oh shit that's a pain in the ass. I have bloody buggery no idea where anything is. Other helpful people have cleaned up around here. Sure it looked good but guess what? They put everything in the storage room in boxes. Not sorted nor labelled.
It's zero hour and I must do it myself. --arg
An inconvenient truth has fallen on my mind.
- I only learned to be a Nurse because I like the feeling of being needed.
- I only learned to be the best Nurse because I do not like the way other Nurses care for people.
- I take satisfaction from the joy of a job well done largely due to my competitive nature.
- I have little respect for those in authority until they demonstrate they are capable of doing the job to MY satisfaction and standards.
- I am responsible only for my own stuff....
what does this mean?
Well mostly it most inconveniently means that I must sort this stuff out MYSELF and put it away MYSELF as only I am responsible for it. All that other stuff above is just a very great distraction method my diabolically clever mind contrived to keep me busy.
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Be careless in your dress if you will, but keep a tidy soul. Mark Twain
