At Work ...
Sitting at work in supposedly nice new digs ....
They're not finished with remodeling, though. One key portion of the building is going through a complete overhaul. This would be all three restrooms. The result of this would be that the company has rented one of those Deluxe-Luxury-Big-ol-Mamma-Jamma Port-o-Johns. Its a trailer. An actual trailer, with a floor and walls and plumbing.
Of course, the plumbing is fed by a hose that's jacked into a faucet. But hey, its not all that bad. I've been in non-mobile bathrooms that were far worse.
Trolling ebay at the moment ... Not that I can really afford anything, unless its one of those "its a steal" buys. Fun to look at though.
I ~really really really~ need to clean my home. Am so not in the mood to do so, though. Its not filthy ... just cluttered to the Ninth Hell and back again. A part of me is tempted to offer cash/food/booze to whomever comes over and cleans my place. The other, far larger portion of me keeps me from that ... the part that mutters, "Oh, I know you are NOT going to invite anyone over to see this cluttered place ... It is simply NOT right, nor proper, nor appropriate for ANYONE to see all this clutter."
No, no ma'am ... no one coming, no worries. *sigh*
So I end up staring balefully at all of the ~stuff~ that I have no energy to relocate.
"MOVE! MOVE DAMN YOU! Place yourself in tidy locations!" I order .... and, to my chagrin, everything still sits there, staring balefully back.
"Move us where you will, we will simply come back to that place to which we are accustomed." And all the clutter-things snicker under their breath.
So I take a nap. And nothing changes.
I'm thinking that what I am lacking is actual storage ~space~. Cabinetry, a pantry, actual ~places~ to put things. I have discovered a thing ... and this thing is so ... Loft living may be really schnazzy and "hip" for some ... but for packrats like S and myself, well, it bites. Lofts don't come with ~places~ to put things. They come with amorphous ~space~.
One thinks that the first step is to acquire a chest of drawers or two. Somehow. Not sure how, since I do not have access to a trucky sort of thing to transport it, but I'll think of something.
Oh yes .... I'll think of something ...
The Organizational War of Doom has only begun.
They're not finished with remodeling, though. One key portion of the building is going through a complete overhaul. This would be all three restrooms. The result of this would be that the company has rented one of those Deluxe-Luxury-Big-ol-Mamma-Jamma Port-o-Johns. Its a trailer. An actual trailer, with a floor and walls and plumbing.
Of course, the plumbing is fed by a hose that's jacked into a faucet. But hey, its not all that bad. I've been in non-mobile bathrooms that were far worse.
Trolling ebay at the moment ... Not that I can really afford anything, unless its one of those "its a steal" buys. Fun to look at though.
I ~really really really~ need to clean my home. Am so not in the mood to do so, though. Its not filthy ... just cluttered to the Ninth Hell and back again. A part of me is tempted to offer cash/food/booze to whomever comes over and cleans my place. The other, far larger portion of me keeps me from that ... the part that mutters, "Oh, I know you are NOT going to invite anyone over to see this cluttered place ... It is simply NOT right, nor proper, nor appropriate for ANYONE to see all this clutter."
No, no ma'am ... no one coming, no worries. *sigh*
So I end up staring balefully at all of the ~stuff~ that I have no energy to relocate.
"MOVE! MOVE DAMN YOU! Place yourself in tidy locations!" I order .... and, to my chagrin, everything still sits there, staring balefully back.
"Move us where you will, we will simply come back to that place to which we are accustomed." And all the clutter-things snicker under their breath.
So I take a nap. And nothing changes.
I'm thinking that what I am lacking is actual storage ~space~. Cabinetry, a pantry, actual ~places~ to put things. I have discovered a thing ... and this thing is so ... Loft living may be really schnazzy and "hip" for some ... but for packrats like S and myself, well, it bites. Lofts don't come with ~places~ to put things. They come with amorphous ~space~.
One thinks that the first step is to acquire a chest of drawers or two. Somehow. Not sure how, since I do not have access to a trucky sort of thing to transport it, but I'll think of something.
Oh yes .... I'll think of something ...
The Organizational War of Doom has only begun.