Yesterday I cleared out weeks of built up unopened mail. Today I invoiced my clients and began cleaning up my desk. My job requires a tremendous amount of paper. Sometimes I feel I am being swallowed up in all the paper.
My biggest problem is when my bag gets too full I pull papers out and pile them up. Then they sit until months later I get annoyed and then I move that pile to another pile. Then the piles grow. Now I have those piles to sort through.
My dream is to have an uncluttered office. A place that is less stressful. A place I actually want to work in and be in by the end of the year.
Until tomorrow...
Sunday, November 18, 2012
JUNK MAIL
Okay, raise your hand if you like junk mail. No one. Are you sure? Okay. I personally don't like most mail at all.
I get mounds of mail. Yes we all get mounds of mail but I get more than most. I have my home address where I get a regular amount of mail. Then I have a PO Box where I get a whole other regular amount of mail including all my business mail. Sometimes I get the same mailer three times! To my home address, my business at the PO Box and my person at the PO Box.
Today was my least favorite day. Today was part two of Operation Clean Up Mail Pile. Last weekend I worked for hours to decrease the pile by 2/3 before movie night. Today I wanted to get rid of the pile completely. I did it. I worked my way through the 16" pile of letters. Plus I went through a bag of old mail that had been sitting. It was just junk stuff but it needed to be gone through before being recycled. Now I have a very large bag of recycling.
Each time I go through the mail pile I swear it will never get this bad again. It doesn't for a while then it creeps up again. I try, I really do! Just life gets in the way.
I should remember how sore my hands are going through all that mail in one sitting. All that opening and ripping up and sorting is not good for joints.
Today I will revel in my clear table and make a pledge to keep the mail pile off my clean table.
Until tomorrow...
I get mounds of mail. Yes we all get mounds of mail but I get more than most. I have my home address where I get a regular amount of mail. Then I have a PO Box where I get a whole other regular amount of mail including all my business mail. Sometimes I get the same mailer three times! To my home address, my business at the PO Box and my person at the PO Box.
Today was my least favorite day. Today was part two of Operation Clean Up Mail Pile. Last weekend I worked for hours to decrease the pile by 2/3 before movie night. Today I wanted to get rid of the pile completely. I did it. I worked my way through the 16" pile of letters. Plus I went through a bag of old mail that had been sitting. It was just junk stuff but it needed to be gone through before being recycled. Now I have a very large bag of recycling.
Each time I go through the mail pile I swear it will never get this bad again. It doesn't for a while then it creeps up again. I try, I really do! Just life gets in the way.
I should remember how sore my hands are going through all that mail in one sitting. All that opening and ripping up and sorting is not good for joints.
Today I will revel in my clear table and make a pledge to keep the mail pile off my clean table.
Until tomorrow...
Friday, November 16, 2012
SOON TO BE HOT TUBBING
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| (Not our backyard or our hot tub) HotSpring Portable Spa |
Now we have to have the service folks come and move it and clean it but the hard part is done. It took 1/2 hour and cost less than $400. I can't believe I waited this long!
We then called the retail outlet and ordered a new cover. Since our hot tub is 16 years old, they have to make a cover that will fit with a tight seal. Our cover is in horrible condition and if you know anything about hot tubs, the whole idea is to keep the heat in. So a bad cover can cost a lot of money by not keeping the hot tub hot. The service guy agreed with me that our cover has seen better days. He is also going to get me a new door for the motor since the, ahem, rats, chewed a large hole in the current door.
We also ordered a cover lifter. I have wanted one of these for years. I have an awful time getting the cover off the hot tub and can't do it by myself. It takes two of us to get it off and then we have to find somewhere to put it. We don't want to put it on the ground because it gets dirty and the dirt gets in the hot tub. We don't have grass in our backyard so putting in a grassy area is not an option. Don't even get me started on getting it put back on.
We also ordered a step to get in the hot tub. We had a step made out of wood but it has since deteriorated and we are throwing it away. I would be afraid to step on it for fear my foot would go right through it.
So it will take about one more month to get it all done. We are going to have them come out all at once to do everything. We want them to move the hot tub away from the foliage so maybe any critters will be less inclined to live in the hot tub. The service guy says this is a recurring problem. The critters like to live in the hot tubs whether they are in use or not. Lovely! I was hoping once we turned it on it would dissuade them from living in the unit. No such luck. Urgh!
I can't wait to take a hot tub. Tonight would have been a perfect night. Cold and rainy. Yum! Well, one more month. We have waited this long, a few more weeks won't kill us. At least we should be able to use it by Christmas.
It is funny, as soon as you say you have a hot tub, it is like bees to honey. Everyone suddenly wants to come to our house. People who never showed any interest in visiting before suddenly want to be my friend. I guess it is like owning a truck. You own a truck and when folks need to move something, suddenly you are their best friend.
I will dream of a steamy hot tub tonight. My achy muscles and joints will wait in anticipation.
Until tomorrow...
RETURNING PHONE CALLS
I am probably the worst person at returning phone calls. I just hate returning phone calls. I am not sure why. I have a hard time even listening to the messages. I get so busy that forget to check the answering machine until another phone call comes in and then the answering machine picks up on the second ring. I can't get to answer the phone fast enough and that means I need to go into the kitchen to turn off the answering machine in order to talk to the person on the other end. Then I get lazy and just let the machine pick up and listen to who is on the other end.
It's not that I don't want to talk to people, it's just that the whole phone thing is a pain. First you have to look the person's phone number up. Then you have to get the phone and dial. Then comes the good part, the talking to the person. But if they aren't home, you have to leave a message and then the person calls back. Sometimes they call back at an inconvenient time and the process starts all over again. Rinse and repeat!
Have you noticed that people don't leave their phone number anymore? I find that people just assume you have caller ID and don't leave their phone number. I hate that! I don't have caller ID so I then have to look up the person's phone number to call them back.
On the flip side, I am really good at answering emails. Usually I answer them very quickly. Nothing to look up! I guess email is the way to go to contact me!
Until tomorrow...
It's not that I don't want to talk to people, it's just that the whole phone thing is a pain. First you have to look the person's phone number up. Then you have to get the phone and dial. Then comes the good part, the talking to the person. But if they aren't home, you have to leave a message and then the person calls back. Sometimes they call back at an inconvenient time and the process starts all over again. Rinse and repeat!
Have you noticed that people don't leave their phone number anymore? I find that people just assume you have caller ID and don't leave their phone number. I hate that! I don't have caller ID so I then have to look up the person's phone number to call them back.
On the flip side, I am really good at answering emails. Usually I answer them very quickly. Nothing to look up! I guess email is the way to go to contact me!
Until tomorrow...
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
MORE ABOUT PERSONAL SPACE
A few weeks ago I wrote about personal space. I had a situation with a person who just didn't seem to understand her desk was her space and my table was my space. I understand I am a contractor and she is an employee but it really isn't welcoming when I come to their worksite and the workspace I am given is covered with her stuff and her coat is on my chair.
Well, the personal space situation has reached a pinacle this week. I was in a meeting and I didn't bring my cellphone with me. It was on vibrate and in my zippered up handbag. I come back from the meeting and I walk in the office and she has my cellphone in her hand. She quickly explains that it was ringing a lot and she thought maybe there was something wrong and if it rang again she was going to answer it. She thought maybe it was Brenda trying to get a hold of me.
My first reaction was "what was she doing with my phone?" I thanked her and took my phone back. I checked it and it said it rang three times. Two times from Brenda and one time from a client. Brenda has a habit of calling a few times in a short time if she wants to tell me something.
I talked it over with Brenda and I got more and more anxious and angry about it. "What was she doing going in my bag and taking out my phone?" What a violation of personal space!
Today I spoke to her about it and told her that I understand she thought it was an emergency but it was not okay to go in my bag and take out my phone, it made me uncomfortable. I have clients calling and it would be awkward if she answered the phone. If my phone was ringing that much she should have let me know and not taken the phone out of my bag. I told her to please not do that again.
It is just funny. I really never thought I would have to have that conversation with a full grown adult who has two full grown adult sons. After I had the conversation with her I told her boss. I told her boss about the personal space situation and her going in my bag. I wanted her to know now just in case it becomes a problem in future.
Oh, the hot tub folks are coming on Friday to make an evaluation!
Until tomorrow...
Well, the personal space situation has reached a pinacle this week. I was in a meeting and I didn't bring my cellphone with me. It was on vibrate and in my zippered up handbag. I come back from the meeting and I walk in the office and she has my cellphone in her hand. She quickly explains that it was ringing a lot and she thought maybe there was something wrong and if it rang again she was going to answer it. She thought maybe it was Brenda trying to get a hold of me.
My first reaction was "what was she doing with my phone?" I thanked her and took my phone back. I checked it and it said it rang three times. Two times from Brenda and one time from a client. Brenda has a habit of calling a few times in a short time if she wants to tell me something.
I talked it over with Brenda and I got more and more anxious and angry about it. "What was she doing going in my bag and taking out my phone?" What a violation of personal space!
Today I spoke to her about it and told her that I understand she thought it was an emergency but it was not okay to go in my bag and take out my phone, it made me uncomfortable. I have clients calling and it would be awkward if she answered the phone. If my phone was ringing that much she should have let me know and not taken the phone out of my bag. I told her to please not do that again.
It is just funny. I really never thought I would have to have that conversation with a full grown adult who has two full grown adult sons. After I had the conversation with her I told her boss. I told her boss about the personal space situation and her going in my bag. I wanted her to know now just in case it becomes a problem in future.
Oh, the hot tub folks are coming on Friday to make an evaluation!
Until tomorrow...
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
TIRED
I am so tired. Like can't keep my eyes open kinda tired. Trying to watch Private Practice. ZZZZ...
Until tomorrow...
Until tomorrow...
WHAT IS TODAY?
Okay something is going wrong. Last Thursday I missed my friends book signing because I forgot. I sat down to watch TV and around 10 pm I suddenly remembered I was supposed to be somewhere. Too late.
Then I missed my nieces birthday. Then I parked in a metered spot today and got a ticket because I thought today was Sunday and didn't feed the meter.
Then to round it all out, I was putting on my PJs and settling down in front of the TV with critical work earlier tonight when the doorbell rang. It was J from book club. They were meeting down the street and were wondering where I was. Especially since I PLANNED the meeting!
What is wrong with me? Am I losing my mind? I blame it all on retail stores. They are rushing us more and more each year. Some stores had Christmas decorations up before Halloween! They keep rushing us more each year. Hurry up Christmas is coming! It is crazy and making me crazy!
Until tomorrow...
Then I missed my nieces birthday. Then I parked in a metered spot today and got a ticket because I thought today was Sunday and didn't feed the meter.
Then to round it all out, I was putting on my PJs and settling down in front of the TV with critical work earlier tonight when the doorbell rang. It was J from book club. They were meeting down the street and were wondering where I was. Especially since I PLANNED the meeting!
What is wrong with me? Am I losing my mind? I blame it all on retail stores. They are rushing us more and more each year. Some stores had Christmas decorations up before Halloween! They keep rushing us more each year. Hurry up Christmas is coming! It is crazy and making me crazy!
Until tomorrow...
Sunday, November 11, 2012
I'm Blue
I went to the doctors today and had my cast replaced. She ran out of white cast stuff so I have a blue cast! I will have draw some crazy picture on it.
We talked about my fevers and she is convinced they are not from the incision. The incision looked good and she took out the stitches.
I called my primary doctor and we spoke about my test results and my appointment with the surgeon. My white blood cells are high so I have an infection but the question is where? Sinus? Urinary? Deep in the surgery site? Hard to tell. Meanwhile I am going to take antibiotics that are broad spectrum. I will also take anti-fungal medication to keep the yeast at bay.
After five days I call and give an update. I do have to admit my ankle is throbbing a bit tonight from being wrapped and unwrapped. Oh, I am no longer using the crutches!
Now we wait and see! Yay!
Until tomorrow...
We talked about my fevers and she is convinced they are not from the incision. The incision looked good and she took out the stitches.
I called my primary doctor and we spoke about my test results and my appointment with the surgeon. My white blood cells are high so I have an infection but the question is where? Sinus? Urinary? Deep in the surgery site? Hard to tell. Meanwhile I am going to take antibiotics that are broad spectrum. I will also take anti-fungal medication to keep the yeast at bay.
After five days I call and give an update. I do have to admit my ankle is throbbing a bit tonight from being wrapped and unwrapped. Oh, I am no longer using the crutches!
Now we wait and see! Yay!
Until tomorrow...
BASEBALL
Sitting here watching the World Series with the San Francisco Giants and the Detroit Tigers. For those of you who don't follow sports, that is baseball. The Giants are winning and from where I sit that is a good thing.
This started to bring up some good memories for. When I was a kid my dad used to take us to New York Mets games. The company he worked for had box tickets at Shea Stadium. Not box tickets like they have now high up in the stadium with food and booze but the old fashioned boxes. A box meant you were close to the players, we were right off third base. There were no special features other than we were close to the players. We were about ten rows up and we could see all the players coming in and out of the dugout. We ate peanuts (in the shells) that we brought and bought soda. If we were really lucky we got ice cream. Sometimes we brought our lunch and sometimes we got hot dogs. We all wore our baseball caps and we got the stat sheets so we could keep track of the baseball players stats. Since we sat off third base we had to pay attention when we heard the crack of the bat. No, I never caught a ball. I was more likely to be ducking. I saw too many people get hit with a ball. Off third base the balls usually go up to the higher levels when there were fly balls with right-handed hitters.
We would take the train to the stadium then walk through Flushing Meadow. These were times that I loved spending time with my dad. Even though he usually had one eye on the game at all times. But it was great. My brother and I would go walk around Shea Stadium. We always wished we could meet the players but that never happened.
I still follow the Mets. They will always be my team. But during this World Series I will be rooting for the Giants. Go Giants!
Until tomorrow...
This started to bring up some good memories for. When I was a kid my dad used to take us to New York Mets games. The company he worked for had box tickets at Shea Stadium. Not box tickets like they have now high up in the stadium with food and booze but the old fashioned boxes. A box meant you were close to the players, we were right off third base. There were no special features other than we were close to the players. We were about ten rows up and we could see all the players coming in and out of the dugout. We ate peanuts (in the shells) that we brought and bought soda. If we were really lucky we got ice cream. Sometimes we brought our lunch and sometimes we got hot dogs. We all wore our baseball caps and we got the stat sheets so we could keep track of the baseball players stats. Since we sat off third base we had to pay attention when we heard the crack of the bat. No, I never caught a ball. I was more likely to be ducking. I saw too many people get hit with a ball. Off third base the balls usually go up to the higher levels when there were fly balls with right-handed hitters.
We would take the train to the stadium then walk through Flushing Meadow. These were times that I loved spending time with my dad. Even though he usually had one eye on the game at all times. But it was great. My brother and I would go walk around Shea Stadium. We always wished we could meet the players but that never happened.
I still follow the Mets. They will always be my team. But during this World Series I will be rooting for the Giants. Go Giants!
Until tomorrow...
HAPPI IS A WINNER
Yesterday we took the dogs to a dog event and dog show. It was a local event for a middle school. Our neighbor children go to the school and we try to support the kids/school as much as we can.
We were only going to take Lucky (the small dog) since she easier to handle in crowds. She is only 10 pounds and I can pick her up and easily carry her. Our neighbor told us to bring Happi (the big dog) too. So we did.
We loaded up the dogs in the car and drove over to the school. The dogs were on high alert as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. We got them out of the car and walking down to the event. There were tons of dogs of all sizes. There were booths with vendors. We started to walk around and check everything out. We skipped the auction. We heard there was a category for dogs who were adopted and were mixed breeds. Both of our dogs fit in that category! We had to choose one to enter. First, we scoped out the competition. we looked around; no other three legged dogs! We thought Happi's story could win her the prize. So, we entered her. There were a bunch of small cute dogs so Lucky would have to wait until next year. She could enter the small dog category next year when we more prepared. She is cute but there were ALOT of small cute dogs.
Then we had to wait around. And wait. And wait. Finally, the time came for Happi to do the cat walk with Brenda. Happi worked it. The other dogs were good to.
Then we sat and waited. Five minutes later they announced "The Winner is Happi!!!" Brenda and I ran down the carpet yelling Yay Happi!
Happi's prizes were a water bubbler, a gift certificate, new collar, new leash, professional photo of all of us, and free nail trim. Oh, yeah, and a 1st Place Medal.
What a great day! Next year will be Lucky's turn.
Until tomorrow...
We were only going to take Lucky (the small dog) since she easier to handle in crowds. She is only 10 pounds and I can pick her up and easily carry her. Our neighbor told us to bring Happi (the big dog) too. So we did.
We loaded up the dogs in the car and drove over to the school. The dogs were on high alert as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. We got them out of the car and walking down to the event. There were tons of dogs of all sizes. There were booths with vendors. We started to walk around and check everything out. We skipped the auction. We heard there was a category for dogs who were adopted and were mixed breeds. Both of our dogs fit in that category! We had to choose one to enter. First, we scoped out the competition. we looked around; no other three legged dogs! We thought Happi's story could win her the prize. So, we entered her. There were a bunch of small cute dogs so Lucky would have to wait until next year. She could enter the small dog category next year when we more prepared. She is cute but there were ALOT of small cute dogs.
Then we had to wait around. And wait. And wait. Finally, the time came for Happi to do the cat walk with Brenda. Happi worked it. The other dogs were good to.
Then we sat and waited. Five minutes later they announced "The Winner is Happi!!!" Brenda and I ran down the carpet yelling Yay Happi!
Happi's prizes were a water bubbler, a gift certificate, new collar, new leash, professional photo of all of us, and free nail trim. Oh, yeah, and a 1st Place Medal.
What a great day! Next year will be Lucky's turn.
Until tomorrow...
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