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.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Not the only One who'd rather go Blind...

This morning: One trip, one bag, one box.
Yesterday: Two trips, five bags.

I can no longer reach the remainder of the filled bags in this room. I have to fill more bags today or I'm at a slight standstill. The purple vacuum and the kitty condo are going downstairs tonight. I decided I'll never get the smell out and I can always get another one later. This one has been lying in it's side for over a year in a room that now reeks and is not worth saving.

The plan is to get my clothing rack into the living room so my clean clothes can live in a more airy place for the moment. I got some extra-large trash bags this morning though to fill with as much of the lightweight trash as I can. That will all go down this week and should result in quite a bit of clear space with some wood floor to wash. Once that is done and some hallway items taken down, I can attack the bathroom (hopefully before the Mon-Tues 90 degree days coming up.) and make it so the smell in there isn't so strong by the time I leave for a couple days. I really should be filling bags right now while there is an amazing breeze coming in the window! It's going to stay below 90 after all today but it's going to be really humid (my lungs hurt). All this humidity is why my hallway isn't cleared out yet. It's so much easier to haul bags through it than sit in it filling bags and unearthing all the dust that comes up. Dust + heat/humidity in a vacuum is just horrid. Speaking of vacuums...I've uncovered the Dirt Devil upright I was using previous to the purple canister vac. *facepalm* That won't make it down right away. Too many items covering it. I brought down a box that had been in front of it's neck this morning. Filling my first bag of today, I came across a small box. Checking inside, as the box had recycling potential, I found an unopened package of Imitrex nasal sprays for my migraines. My copay for those was $50. They expired on 01/08/08. :-/

As for that phone interview, it was a joke. The recruiter hardly knew anything about the project for which she's recruiting. It's a $14 hourly temp job that could last up to a year. That's $29000. I was previously making $38500 but with furloughs I only made $35000 last year. She emailed me paperwork that I now have to go to a Kinkos to pay to print, fill out and fax back. *Sigh* Have they never heard of a .pdf? Still I have to do it as much as I really don't want to. I hate this economy.

So here I whine about a possible income next as I sit to my window enjoying the breeze and staring at a giant trash heap I know I could make huge progress on in the next hour.

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