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Ostensibly we’re moving offices this week (am back at the camera store dayjob), but the place looks absolutely no different from when I left three weeks ago, during which time the other half of my department (he’s more than half, he’s the fulltimer) was going, theoretically, to pare down on stuff and start moving things and set up over at the other place so that we could just get all the moving done when I was here. (I tried to be like, listen, bro, do it without me, it’s fine, my shit is packed, but no dice I guess.)
So it looks exactly the way it did when I left, and no different at all, so I’m skeptical. I have doubts. I don’t know that we’re really going to move this week. They would have had to get the other location set up, and I just feel like nothing ever happens the way we plan, and in fact nothing ever happens, so.
So I just get all the “hell” parts of moving, like constantly being told to make decisions about things (listen, I’m a fucking hoarder, asking me to throw things away for you is basically pure distilled hell, I can always come up with a justification for keeping an object, and then I get so choked full of decision fatigue I can’t even decide to eat my lunch, it’s bad) with none of the, like, living super close to work and being in a tidy new space eventually to make up for it. We’re literally never going to move and I’m going to spend my dying breaths agonizing over the fucking clutter, I tell you what.
Anyway. Happy Monday y’all. I wish I was at the farm.
I leave for… well, Toronto, to Istanbul, to Bishkek– I leave at 3am on Saturday morning, so we’ll see how that works out. Also there’s no coffee in the house and no food of any kind so I haven’t eaten and I had a half a cup of black tea this morning and my body’s not sure what’s going on.
It’s probably smart to detox from coffee before traveling just in case there’s a day we can’t get any but I don’t see that happening smoothly and I would have liked to have had some say in planning that…
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Ostensibly we’re moving offices this week (am back at the camera store dayjob), but the place looks absolutely no different from when I left three weeks ago, during which time the other half of my department (he’s more than half, he’s the fulltimer) was going, theoretically, to pare down on stuff and start moving things and set up over at the other place so that we could just get all the moving done when I was here. (I tried to be like, listen, bro, do it without me, it’s fine, my shit is packed, but no dice I guess.)
So it looks exactly the way it did when I left, and no different at all, so I’m skeptical. I have doubts. I don’t know that we’re really going to move this week. They would have had to get the other location set up, and I just feel like nothing ever happens the way we plan, and in fact nothing ever happens, so.
So I just get all the “hell” parts of moving, like constantly being told to make decisions about things (listen, I’m a fucking hoarder, asking me to throw things away for you is basically pure distilled hell, I can always come up with a justification for keeping an object, and then I get so choked full of decision fatigue I can’t even decide to eat my lunch, it’s bad) with none of the, like, living super close to work and being in a tidy new space eventually to make up for it. We’re literally never going to move and I’m going to spend my dying breaths agonizing over the fucking clutter, I tell you what.
Anyway. Happy Monday y’all. I wish I was at the farm.
I leave for… well, Toronto, to Istanbul, to Bishkek– I leave at 3am on Saturday morning, so we’ll see how that works out. Also there’s no coffee in the house and no food of any kind so I haven’t eaten and I had a half a cup of black tea this morning and my body’s not sure what’s going on.
It’s probably smart to detox from coffee before traveling just in case there’s a day we can’t get any but I don’t see that happening smoothly and I would have liked to have had some say in planning that…
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