Make it Stop
It’s seven in the morning. Today is the day that I’m going to get organized. Today is the day that I’m going to go through the five-foot high stack of bills that have piled up in the corner of my living room. There must be a reason that the cable company shut off my service. There must be a reason that the credit card company won’t allow me to charge anymore. The answer is somewhere in the mesh of windowed envelopes that I’ve spent the last few months avoiding.
When it comes to my home life, I excell at avoiding personal responsibilities. Which is odd because I’m the opposite at work. In the office, I’m organized, on point, I use excell spread sheets to manage my coffee breaks.
I’m Jeckyl and Hyde.
I’m all work or all lush.
There is no inbetween.
I want somebody to organize my personal life. But no one ever does. So I wait for that final credit collector notice. The one that comes in the red envelope. That says they’re going to take legal action against me. That’s when I pay.
Now that I think about it, I haven’t gotten one of those notices. It’s not in this stack of mail. Which is why I’m going to head to work. Because I’d rather be there, dealing with someone elses shit, then face my own responsibilities.
Which is why I guess, I’m just going to have to go another day without cable.
