rbella
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I am sitting here in my home office as I do every evening, and I hate it. I can't stand this friggin' room. It is so filled with shit that I want to freak out. I live in a 2 bedroom apartment with the second bedroom being an office.
Let me start by telling you that Mr. Rbella has SERIOUS issues with throwing anything away. I, on the other hand, will throw anything away. I throw stuff away way before I should. That is a bad mix.
I am an organizational freak and I cannot deal with paper trails. The fact that I am a Realtor and my husband owns his own business does not help in cutting down on paper. Since we both office out of home, this room has become the office, junk room, sewing room, guest bedroom (ok, guest mat). It sucks.
I got into some comfortable clothes and came in here with a mission. To clean this pig stye up. However, my crazy ass husband cannot get rid of even a business card that he received OVER 10 YEARS AGO on the off chance he might need to contact that person. Keep in mind, my man is cheap, we both have big ass Zach Morris cell phones and are not exactly high-tech. We don't even have cable or a dvr for God's sake. So, electronic organization or anything fancy is out of the question.
It is starting to trickle into other parts of the aparment now. I hate it.
Please make it end. Please fix this shithole for me. We have two massive shelving units packed with stupid crap (old cords, business reports from up to 5 years ago, canned food for hurricanes, a slow cooker). I'm not kidding.
Any advice other than throwing everything away before he comes home would be appreciated. I don't want to send him to the hospital with a heart attack.
Let me start by telling you that Mr. Rbella has SERIOUS issues with throwing anything away. I, on the other hand, will throw anything away. I throw stuff away way before I should. That is a bad mix.
I am an organizational freak and I cannot deal with paper trails. The fact that I am a Realtor and my husband owns his own business does not help in cutting down on paper. Since we both office out of home, this room has become the office, junk room, sewing room, guest bedroom (ok, guest mat). It sucks.
I got into some comfortable clothes and came in here with a mission. To clean this pig stye up. However, my crazy ass husband cannot get rid of even a business card that he received OVER 10 YEARS AGO on the off chance he might need to contact that person. Keep in mind, my man is cheap, we both have big ass Zach Morris cell phones and are not exactly high-tech. We don't even have cable or a dvr for God's sake. So, electronic organization or anything fancy is out of the question.
It is starting to trickle into other parts of the aparment now. I hate it.
Please make it end. Please fix this shithole for me. We have two massive shelving units packed with stupid crap (old cords, business reports from up to 5 years ago, canned food for hurricanes, a slow cooker). I'm not kidding.
Any advice other than throwing everything away before he comes home would be appreciated. I don't want to send him to the hospital with a heart attack.