My cup runneth over.
With admin. First question: do you think it's possible for a 27 year old to have a heart attack?
Second question: If you wear fuck off gorgeous winter boots with stockings and mini skirts as your new “Winter Look,” whilst attending to admin, does it make it easier?
My job, I've been sorting out all sorts of things obviously – paperwork central. Access cards, tax, medical aid, etc, the list goes on, it doesn't really stop either.
I'm moving. So in between this, it's leases, deposits, packing stuff into boxes, sending stuff to charity, dropping stuff off, throwing stuff out, and then moving the whole lot all before I head overseas.
Sort out new phone contracts. More tax. When to clean my old apartment? (Martha is emigrating to New Zealand the time I move out as well), banking. Sort out overseas banking and overseas admin and cards here.
Then tell no less than 14 companies my change of address. Swear to God. Not only cell phone and SARS, one forgets MultiChoice sends me a magazine every month, and I get Time magazine. Fuck.
See that boring paragraph above? The stream of consciousness, trying to encapsulate when to sign, what to sign, when to move, how to squeeze it in, tell this person that? It's going through my brain every day, and it's exhausting. Luckily 3RM is going to help me move a lot of stuff, bless him and his Portuguese fraturas.
But am so super excited to move into my new crib. Gradually I'll be able to make it all nice and homely like frame my Andy Warhols, and invest in a new coffee table. Maybe some mugs. So, you know, when people come round I don't serve them a beverage in the Pussy: A Tasty Meal In A Little Box mug.
But for now, I'm swimming on reams of paperwork, and am feverishly stuffing shit into boxes. The problem with admin is that it never ends. Once done, there is always more admin to do. And at the bottom of the twenty-something to-do list, is menial stuff like getting a renewed driver's license and paying off traffic fines.
Not sleeping helluva well, brain not really turning the fuck off.
I think I'm going to get an office plant – an orchid – called Cody. For my desk.
One thing at a time, and there are always 25 hours in a day.