A couple of months ago my wife and I had hardwood floors installed in our condo. They look great, but since the work was done while we were still living there everything had to be shuffled from room to room in a giant game of musical chairs. My wife and I did some of the moving, but if we didn’t stay ahead of the workers they would move things as well. As a result lots of things wound up being put back in the wrong place.
About a month ago I got a call from my accountant reminding me that I needed to send him some tax documents. No problem I thought, I’ll just get them from where I left them on the table near the entry hall. Oh, wait, they’re not there any more! Clearly they got put someplace during the move. Well, there’s no rush. Certainly they’ll turn up as we sort through things and put them away. Only, unfortunately they didn’t.
Last night my accountant called again reminding me that although there’s still no rush I really should be getting those documents to him soon. So I got up extra early this morning determined to find them.
I searched for TWO HOURS in a rising state of panic. First I went through every pile of loose paper in the house. Then I went through all the drawers. I went through our file cabinet. I went through all the cardboard boxes of old files. I looked in the trunks of the cars. I went through all my wife’s files for work. I looked inside the piano bench. I looked inside the china cabinet. I looked on top of all the books in the bookcases. I looked on the shelves in the laundry room.
Finally … I looked in my son’s closet. There, tucked neatly away on top of a box of Playmobil, was a little pile of papers. Auuuugh! Whose bright idea was that!? It would have been easier if they’d just shoved them in a drawer somewhere. I’m still stressed out about it.
