Out with the old
Well, I'm Jewish, married and unemployed. I've called the agency and the company I worked for until 2 November, and am awaiting a call back. Before I left, they seemed to be quite keen to get me back as either a temp or a permanent lawyer, so I'll give them a couple of hours before I start getting despondent.
In the meantime I've started a major clean-up. Long, long overdue. Before the wedding I couldn't face my desk. Hell, I couldn't even sit at it - papers had long since stopped settling on the desk and had started to drift floor-wards. One entire pile (florist stuff, I think) slid right off the desk, and when that happened I gave up trying to balance anything on the stack, reverse-kerplunk style, and piled things on the floor underneath.
Now however, I'm pleased to report that I have spent the last two and a half hours going through all the crap. I have lots of crap in and on my desk - bank statements, pension details, C Vs, job specs, know how from previous jobs, Bliss and Fat Face cataloges, and of course all things wedding related.
A large amount has made it into the recycle pile in the first cull - a whopping 1 stone 13 pounds! And that's just the stuff that *has* to go. There is more stuff that will go in the second wave when I have got into my groove and started being ruthless. Last night was the clothes cull (to charity mostly). This afternoon it's the cosmetics and toiletries cull. Anything I've not used in the past six months (makeup) is going to be binned. Toiletries will be critically evaluated. Random samples from Dior/ Estee Lauder/ Clinique (apart from the orange lippy which usually gets binned the minute it gets home) will be out. As will the random whim purchases. I'm de-cluttering everything, and streamlining. Apart from my figure, obviously, which suffered a bit on honeymoon!
Thank goodness for recycling. Let's hope I make it all the way to the recycle bins without the bags, or my back, splitting.
In the meantime I've started a major clean-up. Long, long overdue. Before the wedding I couldn't face my desk. Hell, I couldn't even sit at it - papers had long since stopped settling on the desk and had started to drift floor-wards. One entire pile (florist stuff, I think) slid right off the desk, and when that happened I gave up trying to balance anything on the stack, reverse-kerplunk style, and piled things on the floor underneath.
Now however, I'm pleased to report that I have spent the last two and a half hours going through all the crap. I have lots of crap in and on my desk - bank statements, pension details, C Vs, job specs, know how from previous jobs, Bliss and Fat Face cataloges, and of course all things wedding related.
A large amount has made it into the recycle pile in the first cull - a whopping 1 stone 13 pounds! And that's just the stuff that *has* to go. There is more stuff that will go in the second wave when I have got into my groove and started being ruthless. Last night was the clothes cull (to charity mostly). This afternoon it's the cosmetics and toiletries cull. Anything I've not used in the past six months (makeup) is going to be binned. Toiletries will be critically evaluated. Random samples from Dior/ Estee Lauder/ Clinique (apart from the orange lippy which usually gets binned the minute it gets home) will be out. As will the random whim purchases. I'm de-cluttering everything, and streamlining. Apart from my figure, obviously, which suffered a bit on honeymoon!
Thank goodness for recycling. Let's hope I make it all the way to the recycle bins without the bags, or my back, splitting.
posted by Chaya at 11:16 am
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