The thing is I went to the gym and did a spin class. The first time in a long time. I thought I was going to throw up, then I thought I was going to pass out. I actually made it to the end of class without either happening. My face was as red as you could possibly imagine. My head has hurt the rest of the day. How red well about THIS RED.
I made a million phone calls trying to find a place to put our company logo on a couple of Jerseys. How many phone calls A GAZILLION. Then I finally googled the perfect search words and found a local company that is going to do exactly what we wanted. Relief!!! My head still hurt.
Now I find out it's National clean off your desk day. It's 7:08 p.m.. my desk is a mess....or is it a mess? I have important things very strategically placed and filed. See what I mean
I think it's perfect.
Well almost! Now this is PERFECT!
How does your desk look?
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My desk has got a couple old cereal bowls...a star wars movie on it...some batteries, scissors, a bracelet, and a black notebook....It doesn't look very clean and student-ish. I should work on that....
p.s. I have to take my aptitude test for my aerobics class tomorrow...I know it's not going to come out very well....
Okay thanks for the motivation! But, now you will have to let me know when it is National clean out your cupboards day...
My desk is boring in fact i may rearrange it just because of this post...just because I can.
My desk is a pile of papers and bills to be paid and so many things that stress me just because I think I should do them, but I want to just chuck them so I don't have to think I should do them anymore.
OK - I'm just getting stressed out thinking about this, but one more thing. Since I have expanded my desk by taking over Cami's room with another desk, table and bookshelves all I have done is expand the mess. HELP! I need a makeover.
I use to pride myself on the tidy organized work space and prioritized things I do. I have lost complete control and I DON'T HAVE KIDS AROUND TO BLAME IT ON. UUUuuugh.
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