ReorganizationMay 6, 2010
I have a new office! Okay, it's still the old one, but boy howdy, did I clean it up and out. I spent 7 hours today working HARD.
And this is true: I'm a neatnik. Things have to be in their place. Ask Lala. But no one would have been able to tell in the last three months. I've been working so much that the office, already cluttered, just got worse and worse, and I literally didn't have time to fix it.
But this week, I vowed I'd clean, but good.
And because everyone loves a before shot or two, here's
Oh, God, I'm actually embarrassed. Suitcase from the weeks gone, still not unpacked. The ball I never sit on. The bike covered in sweaters. Let's move to the next one.
There's actually a printer under all that crap, and I had to use it yesterday. This is what it looked like AFTER being used. Sigh.
But now? After working all afternoon? My office is AWESOME.
I like that I put the wheeled things together. Hee.
I have room! Space! Order!
Just in time to start working again on Book Three (Book Two is out of my hands, with the copy editor.)
There really isn't anything as satisfying to me as putting things to right. You would not, however, know that when I'm doing it. There's isn't a bigger whiner-slash-grumbler than me. I walk around the whole time, moaning about how difficult everything is (I carted almost everything out into the living room at La's suggestion, and every time I thought I was getting anywhere, I'd remember all the crap that was still in the living room. I decided we would just have to move).
But it's done now, seven bags of garbage outside, four for donation, three for recycling. (I even threw away a few UFOs -- acrylic nonsense that I had no reason to hang onto for this long. That felt good.)
That noise you hear is me sighing in happiness. Ahhh.