Complete Disorganization
Well, it finally happened. My life is completely and utterly disorganized. This has been a long downward slide for the past year or so, and I only just now am comprehending the absolute avalanche that occurred last summer because of my move to the new apartment.
The move was a result of my job, and my boss wanting to move me to a different, larger property. About a month before the move, I went to him and expressed my trepidation at his described timeline. Diana was finishing out her last quarter at UC Davis, and we were very busy with the details of her graduation. We also had a number of other things going on in our personal lives that meant we would have little or no time to pack during the month before the move. He assured me that I didn't need to worry about it, that he would give us ten days to move everything without expecting additional work.
He lied. When it came to the date (and we had nothing packed), he informed us (with a chipper smile on his face) that we had THREE DAYS to be entirely out of our then current apartment and into the new one.
Of course, chaos ensued.
We packed everything in a giant rush, immediately losing track of many things. We didn't have time to sort and get rid of anything we might want, because that would have required the two of us (Diana and I) working on the same thing at the same time. Instead, we just threw stuff in boxes and were out of that apartment in five days.
After that, we were in the hellish crunch that is Davis apartment turnovers. All the leases run from Sept1 - August31, geared around the school year, so all the apartments vacate at exactly the same time, and many have to be turned overnight. There's a lot of prep preceding those few days of absolute hell, and we were too busy with that stuff to unpack much of anything. It was also enough time to lose any orientation of what stuff might have been packed in which boxes, and long enough that getting on with our lives seemed more important than mucking through the past.
We've gone through the greater portion of it now, but many of our belongings are still in chaos. I've lost track of all the paperwork I had for re-admission to UC Davis, which is likely to cause me great embarrassment when I go talk to the Dean's office again. I can't find any of my paperwork for FC09. I can't find any of my receipts that I will need when I pay my taxes next year. I can't find an ENTIRE SET of pencils (72 pencil tin). Even some of my clothes are missing.
What's worse is that at this point I have no motivation to deal with the mess. I'd rather be working on other stuff, like the corset or new drawings.
The move was a result of my job, and my boss wanting to move me to a different, larger property. About a month before the move, I went to him and expressed my trepidation at his described timeline. Diana was finishing out her last quarter at UC Davis, and we were very busy with the details of her graduation. We also had a number of other things going on in our personal lives that meant we would have little or no time to pack during the month before the move. He assured me that I didn't need to worry about it, that he would give us ten days to move everything without expecting additional work.
He lied. When it came to the date (and we had nothing packed), he informed us (with a chipper smile on his face) that we had THREE DAYS to be entirely out of our then current apartment and into the new one.
Of course, chaos ensued.
We packed everything in a giant rush, immediately losing track of many things. We didn't have time to sort and get rid of anything we might want, because that would have required the two of us (Diana and I) working on the same thing at the same time. Instead, we just threw stuff in boxes and were out of that apartment in five days.
After that, we were in the hellish crunch that is Davis apartment turnovers. All the leases run from Sept1 - August31, geared around the school year, so all the apartments vacate at exactly the same time, and many have to be turned overnight. There's a lot of prep preceding those few days of absolute hell, and we were too busy with that stuff to unpack much of anything. It was also enough time to lose any orientation of what stuff might have been packed in which boxes, and long enough that getting on with our lives seemed more important than mucking through the past.
We've gone through the greater portion of it now, but many of our belongings are still in chaos. I've lost track of all the paperwork I had for re-admission to UC Davis, which is likely to cause me great embarrassment when I go talk to the Dean's office again. I can't find any of my paperwork for FC09. I can't find any of my receipts that I will need when I pay my taxes next year. I can't find an ENTIRE SET of pencils (72 pencil tin). Even some of my clothes are missing.
What's worse is that at this point I have no motivation to deal with the mess. I'd rather be working on other stuff, like the corset or new drawings.