Stick in the Mud and basic whining
Jul. 6th, 2004 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatesfollyI have always hated "sticks in the mud" for their unwillingness to show passion or impusiveness.
I've been through this shit before... losing a job through no fault of my own (well, It's MY story and I'm sticking to it) It's like the grief process. At first you're hurt, then you're mad. Then you become bitter. Last time this happened, I was already in another job and trying to learn the ropes. The grief process was stunted. This time, it's an all out gala.
The weekend was a bust. I have been to 2 Jimmy Buffet concerts now: my first and my last. When did he pick up so many fans that are young punks?? Lee says it's his new releases on the country stations that has his younger following. I think it was just a big clusterfuck. No respect. Beer was everywhere. One had to stand the entire concert to see anything. And so many damned young punks... Lee even almost got into a fight with one of them... yes, passive Lee. I thank you, but I'll take my Jimmy on my CD player from now on.
And Nissan Pavilion was awful. You'd think they'd have things figured out like traffic and such. Nope. It was chaos. I'll now also stick to my own Alltell Pavillion in Raleigh. At least there's order there.
Lee wanted me to begin my "house cleaning" yesterday, but I insisted that it was still a holiday. I had been looking forward to the three day weekend for a while and by george, I was going to take it. I should have taken his advice. It's soooo hard starting this morning. I've done half the bedroom and already, I'm bored and ready to do something else.
It's hard to get excited about cleaning the house. I think I have been excited in theory, but it's so fucking boring. And there's so much to do. There's shit everywhere. And acres of dust on top of it. Where did I get all of this shit??? And what the hell am I going to do with it??? I admit I'm a little overwhelmed and confused by where to go next. When I was back there, hauling crap from under the bed, I had to keep saying to myself to stay "on task." I know it will look nice when I'm done, but there's always another room that will need doing when I finish this room.
I'm such a packrat for many reasons. Having no parents or grandparents makes me want to hold on to the past. The practical side of me says to throw away the birthday cards signed by my mother and grandmother, but the sentimental side of me yearns to keep it. The creative side of me buys ribbons and gift wrap whenever I see a good color or deal, but the clutterer in me keeps it so unorganized that I can never find anything. The reader in me buys books out the wazoo, thinking it'll be the perfect read when I don't have anything else to read. But because I'm always buying, I never run out of things to read. I'm the accountant for both the estate and my brother's and my partnership. Bank statements and receipts are everywhere. Lee is no help with clothes, electronic equipment and DVDs and CDs strewn hither and yon.
I'd be the perfect candidate for one of those organizing shows, but I'd die before I'd let anyone tell me what to do with my possessions.
I just need to simplify. Plow ahead. (Rah rah rah)
I've been through this shit before... losing a job through no fault of my own (well, It's MY story and I'm sticking to it) It's like the grief process. At first you're hurt, then you're mad. Then you become bitter. Last time this happened, I was already in another job and trying to learn the ropes. The grief process was stunted. This time, it's an all out gala.
The weekend was a bust. I have been to 2 Jimmy Buffet concerts now: my first and my last. When did he pick up so many fans that are young punks?? Lee says it's his new releases on the country stations that has his younger following. I think it was just a big clusterfuck. No respect. Beer was everywhere. One had to stand the entire concert to see anything. And so many damned young punks... Lee even almost got into a fight with one of them... yes, passive Lee. I thank you, but I'll take my Jimmy on my CD player from now on.
And Nissan Pavilion was awful. You'd think they'd have things figured out like traffic and such. Nope. It was chaos. I'll now also stick to my own Alltell Pavillion in Raleigh. At least there's order there.
Lee wanted me to begin my "house cleaning" yesterday, but I insisted that it was still a holiday. I had been looking forward to the three day weekend for a while and by george, I was going to take it. I should have taken his advice. It's soooo hard starting this morning. I've done half the bedroom and already, I'm bored and ready to do something else.
It's hard to get excited about cleaning the house. I think I have been excited in theory, but it's so fucking boring. And there's so much to do. There's shit everywhere. And acres of dust on top of it. Where did I get all of this shit??? And what the hell am I going to do with it??? I admit I'm a little overwhelmed and confused by where to go next. When I was back there, hauling crap from under the bed, I had to keep saying to myself to stay "on task." I know it will look nice when I'm done, but there's always another room that will need doing when I finish this room.
I'm such a packrat for many reasons. Having no parents or grandparents makes me want to hold on to the past. The practical side of me says to throw away the birthday cards signed by my mother and grandmother, but the sentimental side of me yearns to keep it. The creative side of me buys ribbons and gift wrap whenever I see a good color or deal, but the clutterer in me keeps it so unorganized that I can never find anything. The reader in me buys books out the wazoo, thinking it'll be the perfect read when I don't have anything else to read. But because I'm always buying, I never run out of things to read. I'm the accountant for both the estate and my brother's and my partnership. Bank statements and receipts are everywhere. Lee is no help with clothes, electronic equipment and DVDs and CDs strewn hither and yon.
I'd be the perfect candidate for one of those organizing shows, but I'd die before I'd let anyone tell me what to do with my possessions.
I just need to simplify. Plow ahead. (Rah rah rah)
