About Me

I'm one of those people you sometimes hear about on the news or hear people making fun of at the water cooler after watching a certain trashy reality show. I hoard. I'm afraid of my back porch. I have OCD. No one has been allowed to visit my home in a decade. I want to change that while somehow attempting to help others like me find the tools they need to overcome this humiliating disorder and perhaps give a little insight to those that think it is something to laugh at. I would also like to host a dinner party. This is my squalor recovery. My journey begins here.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Here We Go

So I'm up this morning waiting for a job recruiter to call me for a scheduled phone interview.

I made two overnight trips downstairs, disposing of five more bags and have to now fill some bags. I think I'll have some floor by the weekend. The sooner the better, because I need to start attacking the bedroom. The bedroom smells horrible and it's very near the front door. I can't smell it from the hallway but it is possible others do even though I fog the general area both inside and outside that door with Lysol Neutra Air Sanitizing Spray in Citrus scent. I hope I don't get lung cancer from it. It's a light scent and quite pleasant. The bedroom is really gross though and I don't know if the cat condo is worth cleaning and saving. I could try and vacuum it and see where that gets me. The piles around my bed are level with it and I cannot open my dresser drawers.

When I first moved here ten years ago that bed was the sole new purchase. All other furniture was what I've had since age 4 or purchased at garage sales. If I bleach the mattress then flip it (Sprained my back last time I tried) I think I can get away with not replacing it immediately. I NEED NEED NEED to unearth the bed and furthermore I am afraid of what might be under there. I want to open my window. I want to let air in. I want to Murphy's the floor in there. I want to sleep in my bed. Once I have half the floor clear in the living room there will be an air mattress purchase. A rattan settee is a really bad place to sleep and my back and legs are talking to me. Can I be into that room by the end of August?

I'm a bit uneasy about this phone interview. On one hand, I NEED NEED NEED a job! No matter what it pays I need one. This one is temporary. As awful as this sounds, I am maybe not ready to go back to work immediately. I think dealing with this is more important in the NOW. If, in a month or two this apartment is clean and I have clean clothes that don't smell like a trash pit am I not better off? If I have a semi-functioning bathroom am I not better off?

I almost think having no job for a couple more months would be the right trade off to save my home. Shame on me for not doing more and faster but now that I see a light at the end of a tunnel (or series of tunnels) I am inclined to charge forward.

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