I’ve never worked somewhere that was going out of business before. There is so much stuff to do. Yesterday I spent a couple hours organizing and repricing the pens. Today I spent a couple hours packing and transferring six boxes of crap that we’re not allowed to have on clearance.
In between I continued to put out merchandise that isn’t currently on display. And I finally opened up this globe and had a look at it. It’s been sitting on the second shelf in the office section in storage for the four years I’ve been here, and I had no idea what it looked like.
It’s pretty sweet.
Today’s and yesterday’s prompts go together quite well, as is to be expected, so I’m combining them.
When I get ready for a trip, I make a list. I check it twice. No, seriously, I check it a lot. These are the things I need to do before going. These are the things I need to pack. These are the things I need to have ready for when I return. These are the things that I don’t need to worry about, but I’ll worry about anyway because I can.
I’m pretty bad.
At least, I used to be. I think I was much better for our anniversary trip six weeks ago.
Nearly all of my trips in the past fifteen years have been to visit my parents. Even so, I always get anxious that I’m forgetting something that will be the end of the world if it’s forgotten.
I can think rationally about this. I can pick up a toothbrush for a buck if I forget it. It’s a house that people live in, plenty of toiletries are available (you may appreciate knowing that my mind blanked momentarily, and I wanted to call shampoo and toothpaste ‘condiments’). I know with my brain that not a single item I’m packing is essential.
But I freak out and end up with half a dozen last-minute stragglers and odds and ends stuffed in my purse as an afterthought.
And I’m sorry, Ian, I know I also freak out if you touch anything I packed or set out.
Leaving is stressful.
But I’m trying to let go of all that. Seems to be working out so far.