I am not managing my life very well.
Here’s an example: Last night I worked until 9pm and I could not find my hide-a-key box. What do these two things have to do with one another, you ask? I’ll tell you.
First, you should note that the hide-a-key box is a very handy tool for apartment managers like myself so that I can leave keys to the building in secret places for repairmen so that I am not forced to miss work at my other job sitting on my ass waiting. And waiting.
I had been searching high and low for this hide-a-key magnetic box in my apartment to no avail. I remembered putting it in a “safe place” which, in my case, always equates with “losing it forever.” After working late, I was too fed up to start my search in earnest again when I returned home. I was in a foul mood and didn’t want to chance an emotion explosion. Everything is blown out of proportion this week thanks to PMS. Including my stomach. Hello! Bloating! I hate you!
When I woke up today I gave up entirely on searching for it and just decided I would wait for the repairman to arrive since he said he’d be by in the morning. I called and left a message for the repair company but come 10am, I still had not heard from them. I called again and they told me that the ordered part won’t be in until this afternoon so the repair guy won’t come out until later. Gee, thanks for telling me that NOW after I am now late for my real job.
This whole time I am sitting in my apartment waiting (and working on my third “job” but that’s a whole other tangent) when I could have walked over to the locksmith and gotten a new hide-a-key but I didn’t because I was afraid I’d miss the damn repairman. You see my conundrum? I hate wasting time. I hate being late. I hate disorganization. But that seems to be the theme running through my life lately.
I got myself together and went to the locksmith. When I returned to the building I went to the hiding spot for the box. Guess what I found? The “missing” hide-a-key box. Of course. That’s just like my life. Search high and low for a thing but never look in the obvious location. Usually what I am looking for is staring me straight in the face.
It’s no wonder I can’t figure out how to manage my life right now. I can’t see the big picture. I’m too focused on the minutia. And the PMS blurs my vision.