Little boxes of my mind

I like to be organized.
In my working life, my desk would be tidy, with In, Out and Pending trays.
The easiest way to upset me was to put something on my desk (other than tea or coffee) on top of what I was working on.

organised people
One of my school teachers described me as methodical, practical and reliable.
I cannot work in a muddle. Anything that landed on my desk in the morning post would be sorted, prioritized and dealt with. Emails were always acknowledged, and if a query was not resolved the same day, a message was sent to say I was looking into it and would get back to them in a few days.

It was one of my strengths, to such an extent that when I left one department following promotion, one of my contacts in Cairo asked if I could look into a query going back almost 6 months that hadn’t been resolved, even though they knew it was no longer ‘my area’.
I found the person dealing with it and the paperwork at the bottom of a huge pile of ‘don’t knows’.
Knowing my previous job, I found the answer in less than 5 minutes, much to their amazement (how did you know that?)  and notified my contact accordingly.
Other things also went to pot in my old department, and even some of the company Directors said that it had never been that bad when I was there.
Not my problem, bad management choice, and I had only done a favour for an old colleague who in desperation had asked me to help.

Today things are in a muddle, and I’m not handling it very well.
capt chaosSimple things like shopping are in chaos, we cannot bulk buy as we are running down the freezer, so are only purchasing what we need on a week to week basis. The thing is I have lost track of what we do or don’t have in store, and thus find it annoying to go to the cupboard and find that I’ve run out of cornflour or heaven forbid, toilet rolls!
I have locked the doors of 2 rooms because they are in a mess, and there is no point trying to sort them out as they contain packing boxes and collapsed furniture for our pending move.

And there lies the problem.
We have no dates, we have no time frame, and are being told different things by different people on top of being harassed by Estate Agents as to why we have not put in offers for a forward purchase.
We have several options, but for our main property of interest, we need to know when the funds from our sale will be available. We cannot commit ourselves until we know for certain that relevant funding for our buyers has been approved and our sale is going to proceed to completion.

Why then are we considered the bad guys? We have said we will not hold up the sale, as storage and rented accommodation are one of our options if necessary.

I am tired because I’m not sleeping properly.
If I was still working in an office, I could go through the paperwork and probably discard most of it.

IF things go as we hope, we will be living in a mess anyway.
But it will be an organized mess, with a goal and light at the end of the tunnel as we progress.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Little boxes of my mind

  1. Ah yes, that state of “middleness,” of uncertainty–it’s hugely unsettling. I hope it ends up being a grand gift of discovery in the end. Maybe an adventure you will be better off for having gone through.
    My fingers are crossed for as smooth a transition as possible. But the bumpy bits are inevitable too. 🙂

    • As far as we can remember, we didn’t have this much hassle selling our previous houses, even the last one where completion was late as there were 2 other people in the chain we didn’t know about!
      We had to move out on a solicitor’s promise that funds would be forthcoming after the bank holiday!
      Here it’s like living in another world, yet it’s still the UK!! You guys in the US are lucky as you have a Realtor do it all (though I appreciate you can also have problems). Over here there are too many fingers in too many pies, some of which only get licked and don’t do anything else!
      Still, it will give me fodder for plenty of posts in the future, whichever way it goes.

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