A Little More... in Your Face

So, my work day started okay, doing catch up for the week I was out. Supervisor is out moving house, I finish at 4pm, should be a simple day.

BBL had other ideas, and pummeled me with work. Also not awful, except that it was just layer after layer and everything needed “ASAP”. So that sucked for a while. Two of the tasks are really involved and are going to take a lot of time. Then I have to fight for spot in line at her office door to get in and see her. I don’t know how she gets anything done with all the foot traffic she deals with. But then, I don’t understand her at all. She works too long, too hard, too thoroughly and micro manages every single item of correspondence coming in or going out. Sometimes it’s detrimental, but I think the majority of the time, it’s fine. What I can’t comprehend is the hours and effort she puts into this job. I’m not career driven, so I just don’t see why. But obviously she is career driven, and her hard work pays off.

ANYWAY. So, I started to feel bogged down and a bit despairing. I am not 100% well, and so the thought of slogging it out hard for 8 hours and then going home to slog some more while I prepare things for the yard sale, well, it was just a really depressing thought. I started to feel resentful about all the things on my to do lists, both at work and at home.

BUT THEN I got a phone call from Keri. She wanted to know how I would feel about postponing the yard sale. I tried to be as polite as I could be, but I basically said I would be fucking THRILLED if that happens because I am not prepared and honestly I’m a little stressed at how much I want to get done in readiness. So, I think that was the swinging vote for them to go ahead and postpone. Keri knows this yard sale is important to me, and I really appreciate her personally checking in with me on it. That was such a huge weight off my shoulders! The clothes thing takes quite a bit of effort, because easily half of the items can’t go in the drier, so it has been an endless amount of coathanger-ed clothing dangling from any possible hook or back of door or shower curtain rail or wedged into the slatted door covering the washer and drier. Then there’s sweaters draped around (“dry flat” Ha!) and in the middle of all of that, we still have to get our everyday laundry done… Tonight I will be able to go home and put all the washed, dried, hanger-ed clothes into the closet where I made some hanging space. Then I’ll start a fresh batch, and probably call it a day now that I know I have probably a month before it’s rescheduled.

It’s not such a big deal to go to the flea market for a day. But it’s just far, far, far more convenient to be at a yard sale held in my apartment complex, you know? I can go home to pee, check on Ernest, get a snack. Have people available to watch my table if I need to slip away for a minute. Keri is hiring tables for everyone to use, which is another thing, and I don’t have to pay to have my space there - I assume flea markets require payment for a space.

At the end of all of this blabber - I am hugely relieved and pleased at this outcome. Still very determined to get a metric ton of shit out of my apartment and potentially sold off for very tiny amounts of money. But if I end up with 200-300 items for sale, and everything is between $1-$5, I think I can end up with a decent chunk of change, and that would be really good. Anything unsold gets donated and does not come back into my apartment.

Phew.