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perzephone) wrote2009-05-13 10:38 pm
perzephone) wrote2009-05-13 10:38 pm
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Cleaning
I'm throwing a buncha crap out. Started with my desk. We moved it last night & I filled up a large plastic storage bin just with crap I've accumulated on my desk. There's a little rolling cart with drawers in it & there are like, 3 drawers full of nothing but crayons, colored pencils, markers & pens. I am a pen collector - there, I've admitted it, the healing can begin.
I don't care much for gel pens. They smear and bleed. I like plain ol' ball-point pens, filled with whatever magical substance old-fashioned pens are filled. All my purple pens are dead. I've got all these pencils that I'll never use, markers, crayons, colored pencils, Sharpies & highlighters, but very few honest pens. Rob uses these awkward Bic pens with a clear hexagonal barrel - I found a whole bag of them. For some reason, he always steals my pens because he can't ever find his pens. Pisses me off. Of course, I'm sure if I dumped out my purse, I'd find a bunch of his pens because when we're out he always hands me his pens. I bought an assload of pencils because of my math classes. I don't know what I was thinking - I hardly ever use a pencil for anything. One or two would have lasted me through a Master's degree. When I make a mistake, I scratch it out or use White-Out. My mistakes have staying power. Erasers are for people who lack conviction when it comes to making mistakes.
I did find something nifty, though - an honest-to-goodness fountain pen. With refills. I used to be a calligraphic graffiti artist, constantly running around with ink-stained hands & mouth (ink flows better if the nibs are moistened).
Ah well, the fountain pen no longer fountains.
Well, I narrowed it down quite a bit. Went from a drawer full of pens to a cup full of pens that actually work. I didn't get rid of as much crap as I wanted to, mainly because... well, I can't throw away stuff like thumbtacks & safety pins & matches. But I definitely do not have to buy more, probably not for a very long time. When I told Rob I was going to be throwing stuff away, he said, "Let me look at everything first!" Rob is a big pack-rat. I'm trying to actively participate in the 'reduce' phase of 'reduce, reuse, recycle' but he hangs onto every scrap of material goods he can get his grubby hands on. I used to be able to pack my crap into a single suitcase - now I've got bookshelves full of crap other than books. He keeps whining that we need a bigger house, but to me a bigger house just means more crap. It never stops.
Something kind of funny happened to me today. I didn't get the office assistant position at the Recorder's Office, in spite of my nifty 'we're not just recording legal transactions, we're recording history!" catch-phrase. Last night as I was sitting here insomniafied, I was on the paganforum & someone had asked what the difference between a familiar, a spirit guide & a totem animal was. I gave my personal explanation of that & mentioned that totems could be animals that you wanted to embody or animals with qualities you wanted to encourage in yourself. I mentioned how my strongest totem is Bear, but I was trying to open a dialogue with Seal because I wanted to swim more comfortably in the watery realm of emotions, compassion and playfulness, and bring more of that element into my life. When I got off work today, Rob handed me a message from HR wanting me to interview for an office assistant position with the charmingly-named Water Reclamation District, aka the Sewage & Waste Treatment Department.
Thanks, Seal, for dredging that shit up.
I don't care much for gel pens. They smear and bleed. I like plain ol' ball-point pens, filled with whatever magical substance old-fashioned pens are filled. All my purple pens are dead. I've got all these pencils that I'll never use, markers, crayons, colored pencils, Sharpies & highlighters, but very few honest pens. Rob uses these awkward Bic pens with a clear hexagonal barrel - I found a whole bag of them. For some reason, he always steals my pens because he can't ever find his pens. Pisses me off. Of course, I'm sure if I dumped out my purse, I'd find a bunch of his pens because when we're out he always hands me his pens. I bought an assload of pencils because of my math classes. I don't know what I was thinking - I hardly ever use a pencil for anything. One or two would have lasted me through a Master's degree. When I make a mistake, I scratch it out or use White-Out. My mistakes have staying power. Erasers are for people who lack conviction when it comes to making mistakes.
I did find something nifty, though - an honest-to-goodness fountain pen. With refills. I used to be a calligraphic graffiti artist, constantly running around with ink-stained hands & mouth (ink flows better if the nibs are moistened).
Ah well, the fountain pen no longer fountains.
Well, I narrowed it down quite a bit. Went from a drawer full of pens to a cup full of pens that actually work. I didn't get rid of as much crap as I wanted to, mainly because... well, I can't throw away stuff like thumbtacks & safety pins & matches. But I definitely do not have to buy more, probably not for a very long time. When I told Rob I was going to be throwing stuff away, he said, "Let me look at everything first!" Rob is a big pack-rat. I'm trying to actively participate in the 'reduce' phase of 'reduce, reuse, recycle' but he hangs onto every scrap of material goods he can get his grubby hands on. I used to be able to pack my crap into a single suitcase - now I've got bookshelves full of crap other than books. He keeps whining that we need a bigger house, but to me a bigger house just means more crap. It never stops.
Something kind of funny happened to me today. I didn't get the office assistant position at the Recorder's Office, in spite of my nifty 'we're not just recording legal transactions, we're recording history!" catch-phrase. Last night as I was sitting here insomniafied, I was on the paganforum & someone had asked what the difference between a familiar, a spirit guide & a totem animal was. I gave my personal explanation of that & mentioned that totems could be animals that you wanted to embody or animals with qualities you wanted to encourage in yourself. I mentioned how my strongest totem is Bear, but I was trying to open a dialogue with Seal because I wanted to swim more comfortably in the watery realm of emotions, compassion and playfulness, and bring more of that element into my life. When I got off work today, Rob handed me a message from HR wanting me to interview for an office assistant position with the charmingly-named Water Reclamation District, aka the Sewage & Waste Treatment Department.
Thanks, Seal, for dredging that shit up.