3 weeks TODAY til I have to be out of my house! How on earth did that happen so quickly? Who’s been fast forwarding time eh? Fess up! I’m a little bit at panic stations now… I’ve been slowly getting stuff sorted but I think I need to kick it into high gear now or else I’m not going to make it in time!
I’m starting to come up with the vision for my new place. I’ve got an idea that’s rumbling around in the back of my mind, marinating in creative juices. I’m not totaly sure that I want to voice it yet purely because it’s not very clear to me yet, I’m not just trying to be coy. But rest assured that I’ll spill the beans once I’ve totally worked it out (and also whether it’s actually a viable idea and not just a romantic notion).
And now I need to get down to the nitty gritty details on what I want my new house to look like because my feeling that the right bit of land will come up when I’m actually financially ready to buy it could mean that I’ll find something in 3 weeks! Yes, yes I’m an optimist 🙂 Dreaming of all the tiles and taps and carpet and curtains. I’ve got a vague floorplan worked out but I need to talk to some professionals to firm up my ideas. But all the other details need to be attended to as well. Truely exciting (and keeping my mind off packing!). Feel a bit like Alice’s white rabbit!
An entirely unhouse related post but just wanted to get this out in the open. I think I have an irrational fear of traffic light windscreen washers. You know the guys that hang at the traffic lights with a bucket and squeegee pointing it at you offering to “clean” your window with their grotty water and scummy squeegee in return for some coins? And it’s not exactly a fear because I’m not cowering and having nightmares but they just make me extremely uncomfortable and I’m not entirely sure why. They mostly pass me by after I smile and shake my head ‘no thanks’. But I always get a bit nervous waiting at the lights when there is one there.
I’m sure they’re just trying to make some money in the sunshine and providing an essential service to those who want it. I think that maybe I’m scarred by an experience where I’d smiled and shook my head ‘no thanks’ and he came over and did it anyway then proceeded to demand coinage. What part of ‘no thanks’ wasn’t clear? I can’t remember if I gave him the coins or not. All that being said, I have once, when in a very cheeky mood, waved a $10 note at a particularly cute and muscular windscreen washer and told him that if he did it topless that I’d give him $10. Shameless… I know…. 😀 Best windscreen clean ever.
Really enjoyed this article and found myself nodding my head in a few spots:
It’s kinda what I was getting at in a previous post – making a meaningful contribution to the world on a daily basis. In my previous job I didn’t think what I did was meaningful, in fact I thought it was downright useless. If I stopped what I was doing the world wouldn’t stop turning and people would still go about their normal lives. There was a point to it for my organisation of course but it was pure desk dronery and paper shuffling to me. My new job, which I started in October, is a little different. I feel like am making a contribution to something a bit more important but it still smacks a little of “busywork” in the grand scheme of things.
I like to think of the usefulness aspect in terms of a zombie apocalypse. If shit hits the fan (and the fan is on high) and normal civilisation ended, being an executive desk drone is not very helpful or constructive. You can’t effectively slice a zombie up in a flurry of a thousand papercuts, staple their brains out or stab them in the eye with a hole punch to save your life. Unless you were a prepper during your home time you’re not going to be able to contribute to what remains of society in any beneficial way except for maybe sending out a memo to get the fk out of town and cc-ing in any living people.
Ultimately to me it comes down to striving for meaning vs working a job for money to pay the bills and be a good consumerist. Of course my definition of what is a meaningful job would be different to yours as I’m sure there are some desk drones who love their job and get a massive sense of satisfaction and significance out of it. And if so, good on them. For me I just want something more, I need more meaning and more constructive usefulness. What that is exactly I don’t know yet and I’m still searching for it and a way to survive while doing it. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up (something I refuse to do by the way) but I guess along the discovery road I want to learn some essential skills so that I’m not killed off or left for dead if SHTF in whatever form that happened to take. And even if it didn’t, just to be a little bit more self reliant and less consumerist works for me while I’m plodding down the road of life.
Anyway my desk is calling – there are some papers to be shuffled.