I actually kind of hated to leave work today.
I KNOW!
But it's true. Kind of.
It took from 7 a.m. until 1:30 p.m. to put the 2016 files in order and get them in the cabinets. The 2017 files are piled high on a table, in no certain order. I'd set my phone to alarm at 2 to remind me to run by the courthouse on the way home. I grabbed up an armload of 2017 files and started sorting them into months on another table. In the 30 minutes left to work, I barely made a dent in the piles. I considered working a while longer - the 2 o'clock deadline was my own - but I'd still be there if I'd stayed until the month sort was finished. The 2017 files will probably take two days to finish.
I hope to be through with this part of the job by the end of next week. There are loose ends left to tie up, though. There was a lot of loose paper crammed in between the files. I have been tossing it all into a box - several boxes, actually; ain't no way I'm filing it. Not gonna do it. But there are several boxes of Phase I records that mysteriously appeared long after people were supposed to have double-checked the hide-y holes for stray boxes. I feel obligated to deal with those.
But I am not going to do it in my current unheated workspace. I wore two sets of clothes to work today - leggings and a t-shirt under jeans and a flannel shirt - and wore all of it - plus a jacket - all day. My hands and feet are numb. I am too old to suffer this treatment. When I get this file cabinet situation in hand, they can find me somewhere warm to work or kiss my butt goodbye.
I'll be having a margarita in about two hours. Cheers!
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