Digging Through Paper

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
-- Samuel Beckett

Thursday, December 7, 2000
One year ago: Dogma
Two years ago: Disoriented
Three years ago: Dylan Carols

This batch of entries starts here.

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I sent email to Jack right away, as soon as I got to work. What's happening about the layoff at his work? Is he out of work, too? But it turns out that only the hourly workers are laid off, and it's more temporary than the TV news stories made it sound; Jack still has a job.

At work, we are so close to intraday charts we can taste it! At our meeting there was lots of talk about the schedule during the holidays. Should we have an office holiday outing? but what and when? we've left it until late.

I spent an hour tonight going through papers and stuff. I went through boxes of old mail and threw away bills that I know I've paid since then, and sorted out the stuff I wanted to keep into the appropriate piles. I opened the envelopes from my IRA and mutual funds, getting rid of all the old prospectuses and offers, and keeping the reports on how my money has grown.

I also went through a box of photos and memorabilia. There's a tiny Lane chest in there that a high school friend decoupaged for me. There was jewelry in there that I'd completely forgotten about! Earrings from Georgetown Cotton (they has such unusual styles!), my high school ring (it now fits my pinky), and my music fraternity pin (Sigma Alpha Iota). I threw away some old junky costume jewelry that I know won't be worn again. I felt very productive! I should do an hour or so every night.

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Whoohoo! I'm posting this on the day it happened, a rare occurence for me these days. I'd like to stay caught up, too.