Having read a short book on organization over the weekend, I thought I’d get a jump on things. Get to work 15 minutes early and sit, with a cup of coffee, pondering my day, prioritizing my tasks, and getting a hell of a lot done.
The universe was laughing.
As I unlocked my office, my purse and my lunchbag and my ever-present bookbag full of house papers, the door stuck. I couldn’t open it more than half a foot. Peering around the door, I saw that my office looked to have been vandalized.
Not a work of vandals, but one of mystery. Once I had forced my door open, I discovered that my wall shelves had fallen, bounced off the corner wall breaking a hanging file, onto my desk to disturb my computer monitor and my printer, break another thing or two, and land on the floor, right where my chair had been.
It didn’t fall straight down. I have a bookshelf right below it, with junk scattered about. No, no, the bookshelf was untouched.
Strange, that, the whole scene. I stared at first, unbelieving. You could see the path of destruction, and it had done the duck and weave far better than Muhammad Ali ever had.
So strange.
So I spent the entire shift reorganizing, throwing away stuff I didn’t need, delivering other stuff my people needed and I had no clue that I had.
Eight months at the job, and I finally feel like it’s my office, even if I had to leave my desk untouched.
“You must be living all sorts of right,” someone said to me. “As much as you’re at your desk, what are the chances it dropped when you weren’t around?”
That was a sobering thought, especially when it was pointed out to me that it landed exactly where I sat.
A charmed life.
It’s been exactly one week since I won the bid for the house. Last week, I didn’t get anything done because I was gushing, gushing, gushing.
This week isn’t off to such a stellar start either.
I’m probably about 4 weeks out from moving in, and I’m ecstatic.
I can’t believe so much of what’s been going on, fabulous, fabulous.
Wait, there I go again, saying I can’t believe it.
Rephrase: I am so immeasurably blessed lately, and it keeps going and going.
I can’t wait to see what comes next.
Filed under: gratitude | Tagged: bad kenny loggins reference, blessings, danger zone, House buying, sardine can sized office
Now all you need is an armload of friends to help you move.
There’s that whole nasty bit of closing and coordinating one government agency with another, too. I think that will be far more difficult than finding some strong arms to bribe with beer