A Day In the Life of the Chronically Disorganized
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Me: Tim, have you seen my to-do list?
Tim: What's it look like?
Me: Like a piece of paper with stuff written on it. ((Geeze!))
Tim: Can you be more specific?
Me: No. I can't remember if I wrote it on the back of an envelope or on a blank piece of paper.
Tim: ((Rifling through one of my piles.)) Found it!
Me: ((Inspecting the list)) ((Heavy sigh)) That's an old list.
Tim: Then why don't you throw it out?
Me: Because I haven't done everything on this list. ((Getting a little preturbed))
Tim: Am I done here?
At this point I grab a new piece of paper. And I, of course, start a new to-do list.
1. Find all of my other to-do lists and combine them.
This is a typical day in the life of a disorganized person... or at least THIS disorganized person! Don't get me wrong. I get a lot done... perhaps more than your av.er.age bear (Yogi, anyone?) but I admire, nah, I am envious of organized people. I've got to believe they get more done. I tend to do what is historically referred to as "spinning my wheels", although I'm not sure as to the wheels of which they speak. (Note to self: look up the etymology of that phrase.)
Anyway... I soooo want to be organized. Tim, God love this perfect human being, has done lots of project managing. So, as always, I turn to him.
Me: Please help me get organized. I get so overwhelmed some days I wind up curled in the fetal position, sucking my thumb, and do nothing.
Tim: Okay, what I want you to do is to sit down and make a list of ten things you need to accomplish. BTW... I've never seen you suck your thumb.
Me: Figure of speech. Anyway, I have way more than 10 things I need to do.
Tim: ((Dropping a stack of 3 x 5 cards on the table.)) Doesn't matter. Just list the first 10 things you think about. Chances are they will be the most important and the ones you should tackle first.
Me: Hey, do you want to take a drive with me to Staples?
Tim: What do you need to go to Staples for?
Me: Well, if I'm going to have stacks of 3 x 5 cards, I need somewhere to put them. As a matter of fact, I should go to Michaels. It would be so cute to get a wooden box to keep them in. It would be adorable if I painted the box to look like a steamtrunk. I think saw something like that on the net. ((Turning to me computer.))
Tim: Am I done here?
Me: ((Lost in Pinterest)) Huh?
So, be honest... are you the super organized type that would make my mouth drool or do you tend to leave post-it notes everywhere, then use them to blow your nose if you run out of kleenex?