So Little to Do, So Much Time. . . Eh, Scratch That, Reverse It

To quote Willy Wonka. . . well, Gene Wilder’s Willy Wonka. . .

I am a bit obsessed with this movie (and many others) that apparently (at least this one in particular) drives my mother to the point of no return. Sorry mom, it spoke to me when I was little and it still does. A great movie with great thoughts of how to treat others. Even when you think that life is full of worms.

But I have so much to do and so little time to do it! Ahh, yes, dear fall, you tiptoed in and now I am all a flutter about what needs to be done. As in, dear Lord, grant me enough concentration that will at least get me through the middle of the month. Or at least grant me a padded room for October 15th when I go into a fetal position and swear up and down never to let things get this far behind, ever, ever again!

While I may not be in Nashville working at that office; I did manage to finagle a day of pay to go back and oversee the party that I have planned the past couple of years. And I would have taken a vacation day to do this if I had to have gone that route. The loyalty I have for my former office still surprises me. But it was an instant warm, fuzzy feeling the moment I stepped off the elevator and did my first interview. A feeling that hasn’t gone away and while I could complain about things within that office I don’t now because I had a good thing going around there.

I have left other jobs, thankful to have gotten away, not missing much about the work, etc. but this has been different. I had a creative outlet and let me tell you, I love Excel and playing with numbers but not having that outlet like before can make even the geekiest person OD and have nightmares about spreadsheets coming after them. Trust.

But the party is drawing near and I am panicking, I feel like so much needs to be done and have I done anything on my checklist? Umm, no. . . sorry about that. Seems real life gets in the way and I also feel like my first priority is to get my reports done and to clients. And then I wake up in the middle of the night with a start and then start preparing that mental list that I have written way too many times.

Yes, I have a sickness. I apologize for that. If I thought therapy or even a drug would help that OCD, control freak, only I can do it mentality that is within me, I would. Because I know people in my life have wanted to smack me on top of the head when I am wound up like this. And it will go away (at least this time) around lunch time on the 15th.

While I am a messy girl I am somewhat a freak when it comes to planning events. I have yet to figure out a way to channel that quirk into a clean and tidy apartment. But this is one of those times where I will hunker down, hammer out when needs to be done and I will then let others help me. I started allowing this to happen last year. One of my too good to be true coworkers who is a nut asked me what needed to be done. I told him gift bags needed to be setup on the table. . .he did it and then starting sucking the helium out of balloons. When I turned to look at the table, well, it wasn’t how I would have put them out but I realized then and there. . .you ask for help, you let them help you and then you are thankful for that help. No need to change things around, no need to say it should be another way, just let it go. Because that person helped you out, got one more thing off that list and made it one of the easiest setups I have been a part of.

Of course this year when he agreed to help again he did hedge it with the decree of I better provide a better lunch than Wendy’s (which I had done last year) . . . you got it! That is one of the easier tasks at hand! I would offer up a nice steak lunch but that is not in my budget. Sorry about that.

Oh and we are skipping balloons this year. Well, maybe we will have a few. . .


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

2 thoughts on “So Little to Do, So Much Time. . . Eh, Scratch That, Reverse It

  1. I’m sure the party will be great!

    And if you want to figure out a way to keep your apartment clean, have I got a column for you in this week’s Nashville Scene! I’m cleaning now like never before! I’m linking to it tomorrow on my blog, otherwise, just head over to the Scene now, because it’s up as of today! 🙂

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