A Clean Desk Is A Sign Of A Sick MindhokeysmokeMay 6 2011, 17:00:01 UTC
Hey, I can FIND stuff, it's just that things end up here, y'know?
Hubby needed something to use by HIS computer, I told him that I had one back in the sewing room and told him where to find it. He got it, used it, then a few days later he bought his own version of it so he wouldn't have to use mine. Then, instead of taking the object BACK to the sewing room, he brought it into this room. I said "That's not where you got that." and he said, somewhat angrily "I'm not gonna leave it there!" Then he went to do something else in the room and forgot about the object altogether. It's still here a week later. I keep hoping he'll see it and say to himself "Oh, shit! I said I wasn't going to leave that there!" and move it, but no luck so far.
No, it's NOT all from him, but I can look around and find a bunch of stuff that he's done that with. It's a little bit crazy-making. We're both pack-rats.
Hahahaha! It's noon here now and that means the civil defense sirens are going off. The dogs are howling their fool heads off. It's beautiful.
Re: A Clean Desk Is A Sign Of A Sick MindhokeysmokeMay 6 2011, 17:21:41 UTC
Hey! I didn't say I was EXPECTING it, I said I was hoping that's what would happen.
I gotta curb my pack rat tendencies. I went to the Dog Trade and bought a wooden cigar box with glass cigar vials in it. It's beautiful and I'll find uses for it, believe me. Until I do it's kind of taking up a little bit of drawer space. I couldn't resist it, though. It spoke to my "OMG THAT'S A NICE BOX" fetish and my sentimentality. I know I've said my dad was an asshole, but one memory I have is of his dresser. That thing was probably 4 feet tall and when I was a kid it was a place of wonder and miracles. He had glass cigar vials full of dimes on it. It's one of the few memories of him I hold dear. I know there were a bunch of 'em, but one of my brothers took control of them. That bastard never even offered to share (and I think I know which one it was).
But seriously, I've been surrounded by healthy minds (LOL) from my earliest childhood. The desks have just been other things... kitchen tables, the tops of TVs, you name it. Clutter is in my blood and it's going to take a hell of a lot of work to clear it out.
(Although I think sometime this summer I'll start moving things outside so I can really clean and re-arrange things so it'll be a better work area. :P)
Re: A Clean Desk Is A Sign Of A Sick Mindshade_o_maticMay 6 2011, 17:37:44 UTC
Yeah, I really need to do a complete purging of my belongings - it's ridiculous how many things I have. I never use them, either. Most of them are in totes and boxes piled in a huge mess in the basement due to the lovely flooding we had. I don't know why I am so scared of getting rid of things, I suppose it's a three-part problem: 1) parents were packrats, 2) I have lived in my car with no belongings so everything I have is something I paid for myself and 3) if I had the space for things to be organized, I would probably use them. But seeing how shitty my financial situation is and how bleak my financial future looks, I need to get it through my thick skull that I'll probably never have the space so I might as well get rid of it all. Sigh.
Re: A Clean Desk Is A Sign Of A Sick Mindshade_o_maticMay 6 2011, 18:26:06 UTC
Haha! Now I have the upper hand! I DID contact a lawyer!!! NYAH NYAH! He wasn't very inspirational and really didn't seem to think I would get anywhere, but he does send me things to sign now and again and actually just recently asked to meet with me again to see what we are doing. I WINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
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Hubby needed something to use by HIS computer, I told him that I had one back in the sewing room and told him where to find it. He got it, used it, then a few days later he bought his own version of it so he wouldn't have to use mine. Then, instead of taking the object BACK to the sewing room, he brought it into this room. I said "That's not where you got that." and he said, somewhat angrily "I'm not gonna leave it there!" Then he went to do something else in the room and forgot about the object altogether. It's still here a week later. I keep hoping he'll see it and say to himself "Oh, shit! I said I wasn't going to leave that there!" and move it, but no luck so far.
No, it's NOT all from him, but I can look around and find a bunch of stuff that he's done that with. It's a little bit crazy-making. We're both pack-rats.
Hahahaha! It's noon here now and that means the civil defense sirens are going off. The dogs are howling their fool heads off. It's beautiful.
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I find I have pack rat tendencies, too. I MUST overcome it. I MUST I MUST I MUST.
LOL poor babies.
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I gotta curb my pack rat tendencies. I went to the Dog Trade and bought a wooden cigar box with glass cigar vials in it. It's beautiful and I'll find uses for it, believe me. Until I do it's kind of taking up a little bit of drawer space. I couldn't resist it, though. It spoke to my "OMG THAT'S A NICE BOX" fetish and my sentimentality. I know I've said my dad was an asshole, but one memory I have is of his dresser. That thing was probably 4 feet tall and when I was a kid it was a place of wonder and miracles. He had glass cigar vials full of dimes on it. It's one of the few memories of him I hold dear. I know there were a bunch of 'em, but one of my brothers took control of them. That bastard never even offered to share (and I think I know which one it was).
But seriously, I've been surrounded by healthy minds (LOL) from my earliest childhood. The desks have just been other things... kitchen tables, the tops of TVs, you name it. Clutter is in my blood and it's going to take a hell of a lot of work to clear it out.
(Although I think sometime this summer I'll start moving things outside so I can really clean and re-arrange things so it'll be a better work area. :P)
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If he wasn't very inspirational he wasn't paying attention to the facts, most likely.
And you'd better win. You'd better win big.
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