Organised Chaos
I recall a previous post where I predicted a lot of nagging from my mum re: clearing my room of all my stuff. This has now reached a new high. My dear mother decided to barge into my room at 9 am this morning to try and get me to clear my stuff out. I know she was not supposed to know that I had gone to bed at 3.30 am that morning having been out in Nice with M and her boyfriend. But still I got rattled.
Agreed my room is officially a mess (see below- and that's only half of it!) - but I like to think of it as organised chaos. I know where everything is (well at least I think I do). It also reminds me of when my manager tried to get me to implement a "clean desk" policy (clear desk = clear mind). That worked for a few weeks but I quickly reverted back to my old ways.
Please give me the strength to clear this mess up before i leave.
Agreed my room is officially a mess (see below- and that's only half of it!) - but I like to think of it as organised chaos. I know where everything is (well at least I think I do). It also reminds me of when my manager tried to get me to implement a "clean desk" policy (clear desk = clear mind). That worked for a few weeks but I quickly reverted back to my old ways.
Please give me the strength to clear this mess up before i leave.
2 Comments:
HAHAHAHA!
Sorry.
Don't you love this whole reversion to youth thing that happens when we go back to our parents?
Hummm .... yeah..lovin' it :P
My mum also gave my jeans it to get the hem done up because she didn't like that their length was causing me to "sweep the floor"
Nice one mum, nice one.
:)
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