Sneezing

Sneezing is your body's way of removing an irritation from your nose. I’m allergic to working. It’s true. EVERY time I come to the office I sneeze all day long. Living in a home with two indoor cats I never sneeze, but here all day long I sneeze. It’s to the point where my neighbors no longer care or take the time to wish “Bless you.” I’m here drowning in my own constant violent expulsion of saliva. Don’t fret, I have an ample supply of Purrell at my desk.

15 in 9

15 in 9? What on earth could that possibly mean? Well, I’ll tell you. I have had 15 jobs in 9 years. I think this is proof positive that I am not cut out to work for someone else. I have had a wide array of jobs from skating rinks to movie theaters to smoothie shops (those were all high school) and then moved on to waitressing, rubber stamp manufacturing, insurance company, auto body shop, etc. I’m all over the board. This is not the all-inclusive list, just the highlights. I have never been at one job for more than 2 years but three have come close coming in at about 1 year 8 months each. Apparently at the 1 year 8 month mark I start feeling like a caged animal that needs to be free. That’s where I am right now. Only my cage is invisible (take a look at the “A New Life” post, my cube is completely OPEN). After I graduated college with a business degree I thought the world of employment would be opened up to me on a grand scale. I would work my way up through the ranks and become the youngest female CEO of XYZ Company by the time I was 35. I’m only 25 so I have some time but I can safely assume that I won’t be working my way up from Assistant to CEO in 10 years, not as this job anyhow. So, I’m going to work for myself! I will be the CEO of myself (and my husband and two cats)! I wish I had a picture of myself in my glasses to insert here so that I looked smart and sophisticated and ready to take on the world!

Buy This Dress

I know I’m supposed to be organizing and not shopping. But is it still considered shopping if you don’t buy? I don’t think so. I think we call this “browsing.” I’m currently browsing the Wonderful World Wide Web and have come across this dress that I’m sure many of you will not understand why I can’t stop thinking about it, but I can’t, I love it.

I want it. Mike said no. We are saving money. Picture my hands as a scale, you know the kind they always have in logos for attorneys: buy this dress and keep my job to finance this and all future unnecessary purchases or don’t buy this dress and other extraneous goods for awhile in order to be able to have a life of freedom. No new dress for me.


If you would like to buy this dress: ErikaHendrix - http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=9057132

The Great Desk Dilemma of 2008

The first part of my organization plan was to find a desk. Two full days of searching have passed and no desk has been made or purchased. The first day was spent with my dad searching thrift stores and door outlets for an old door or old table or old wood to make into a tabletop. We found one possible possibility that would have required a lot of work so we decided not to pursue it further. The look I was going for was kind of like the coffee table in this Anthropologie ad:

The second day was spent with my husband, Mike, perusing Ikea. Going to Ikea where I live is an all day affair. The nearest one is about an hour away but we first had to drive 20 minutes in the opposite direction to borrow my dad’s pickup truck in case we found anything. We didn’t find anything. I was looking for this table:

It wasn’t there. But we did have a laugh when I heard “Amanda Bordonaro, please call the operator. Amanda Bordonaro, please call the operator” For a second, I thought it was my friend calling to be funny because she recently pulled a similar stunt when our friend went away to a Bed & Breakfast with her boyfriend. I called the operator and she said “Are you missing anything?” Turns out the bag that I was holding on my arm was NOT my purse! Ikea is a very large store, BTW, so finding the lost and found wasn’t the easiest task, but I found it and apparently a very nice Good Samaritan found my bag and didn’t steal anything. So an extra special thanks to the person who found a brown purse in the Burbank Ikea on March 26! I guess the person who turned it in was like “I don’t know how someone could have left this bag behind, it weighs a ton, you would think they would notice right away that it was gone!” I clearly had my mind on other things…

A New Life

I’m finally putting my plan in to action to break free from the cube life. I may be a poor beggar for awhile but weighing the pros and cons I’m ready to take the plunge. I have a few things I need to do in order to launch my plan effectively and I also need just a few more paychecks before I can begin a life of leisure. Well, maybe not leisure per say but definitely a life of waking up when I want, doing what I want throughout the day, eating when I want and using restroom facilities that don’t resemble that of a cattle farm (this is my personal view of public restrooms lined up one next to the other with feet showing like little cow legs). That’s just Phase One of my plan. Phase Two is to have a masseuse come to my home every morning. I don’t think that’s an unreasonable goal; it’s important to have goals!

Maybe we should back track to Phase One. Phase One begins with organization which is a huge thing for me. I’ve always been known as somewhat of a tornado…it all began when I started to crawl, it was very obvious where I had been as I made sure to leave traces. Then it progressed to my sister’s doll collection. Apparently she would be very upset on a daily basis when she came home from school to discover I had once again invaded her cherished doll collection. And it’s never stopped. So next week is a week dedicated to getting my space ready for my new line of career paths.

My current office:

My future office: