I recently set for myself a strict, job-hunting schedule. I’m applying to two (or more, but at least two) places of employment per week. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but it is a lot to keep track of. I’ve got a whole spreadsheet going on. I’m hoping to find a full-time job soon after January. But any time before that would just be swell.
I’m very excited at the prospect of making more lists. I always enjoy when I have multiple items in my to do list, and I love writing out my to do list every day. I love the satisfaction of crossing something off. Then again, I cheat, placing things like “wake up” and “drink tea/coffee” on my list. Still, it makes me feel productive and motivated to do the less desirable items, such as “laundry” and “deep clean”. In truth, I make lists for just about everything. Things to buy, things to sell, things I like, things I don’t. I make pro/con lists for just about every major decision I have to make. I have color-coded lists. I have a color-coded highlighter system, which shows me which things I’m likely to enjoy the most. Yellow being my favorite highlighter color, those are my favorite activities (coffee). Purple being my least favorite, those correspond to my least favorite activities (dishes). The Boyfriend does not entirely understand the my madness. He’s noted, especially, my tendency to leave many, many lists only half-completed by the goal date.
The punchline to all of my anal-retentive listmaking is that I’m not an organized person at all. My room is usually in a state of what can only be described as “mess”, my bills and papers askew, and my books not alphabetized. But every so often, when the moon is full and the planets are aligned, I get the insatiable urge to clean my room (or entire dwelling, though currently I’m limited to one 7×7 room) to shining, spotless glory. Tonight is one such night. The only problem with that, is that it is 12:34 AM and I have to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 8:30 AM to get ready for work. Which will be followed by a family dinner, and possibly meeting a friend at the train station.
So, dear reader, I go off into the night, straightening and organizing and tidying. Pray that I’ll get some sleep and I won’t tear some poor customer’s face off tomorrow morning.
