Filing and piling

Part of the Executive Closet Challenge has been to create an efficient filing system. If I had my druthers, all my paperwork would be filed in the recycling bin.  However, I must keep documents related to contracts, taxes, etc.

So I keep them.

Then I forget to purge them.

Case in point:  I opened files containing expired coupons and a birthday card from December. (Sorry, Daniel.) The files, marked “To File” and “To Read Later,”  were adopted from the system I use at work.

But my home? Every filing cabinet drawer is an oubliette; what I file, I forget.

One of my previous employers had a training program that included office management. Although the company expected to adhere to a highly-regimented system (complete with colour-coded files), the trainer helped us identify our natural preferences and strengths.  I learned I was a “piler,” not a “filer.” That is, I work best with shelves rather than drawers, and binders make more sense to me than hanging files.

Keeping this in mind, I began my closet make-over with the following items:

1) Two inexpensive bookcases that I already owned and which – shockingly, just fit the space.

2) See-through file caddies with latch-down lids (I had a few, but bought two more at the Dollar General in the US.)  They contain supplies like vacuum parts, rolled-up dropcloths, etc.  Because they’re see-through, I don’t need to label them, just position them according to use; e.g. the black-out emergency kit is top-shelf!

3) Lidless file boxes  (including repurposed laundry soapboxes).  I labeled the fileboxes - Car, Work, House, Taxes, etc. - and filed folders accordingly.  For example, the “Work” category contains folders marked “Contracts,” “Evaluations,” etc.

With several hours of sorting and shredding, this system is starting to take shape.  It will still be a long process, as I dedicate only a few minutes a day to it.

Next up: Painting the Main Bedroom

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Saving the planet, one lightbulb at a time…

Two weeks ago, I received an Energy Efficiency Kit from my utility company.  I took it as a sign that rates will be going up. (Note: I am optimistic except when it comes to money.)

Of five CFL bulbs, I passed four to my good friend Esther. The fifth was broken before I even got it out of the box, which I believe is a personal record in klutzdom. (Edit: Esther kindly reminded me of the time I slipped and fell into a store end-cap of bulbs.  Thanks, dear, but those don’t count because the manager said not to worry about it!)

I have refused to use CFL bulbs, reasoning that to bring a glass coil containing mercury into my home was to flirt with a Hazmat suit-level accident. I held out for the next generation of energy-efficient lighting: LED.  The Kit contained an LED nightlight, so I let the weekend guests try it. A single “button” lit gave the bathroom a surprisingly clear, bright light.

A home improvement centre had a sale on lighting, so I took the plunge and bought a few.  The effect stunned me. Since they don’t generate a lot of heat, they worked beautifully in places like the utility closet.  I bought more this past weekend and put them in the most-used sockets around La Casa de Tontería. (Except the bathroom – the lumens on the LEDs were lower than the existing incandescent bulbs.)

The downside? Now I can see dust in places I never noticed….

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Competitive simplicity?

I had an interesting “conversation” online.  I won’t directly quote it, but the gist of it was this: a lot of people like the idea of living simply, but as with any movement, some get a little carried away. This particular conversation started when an aquaintance brought up a book written by a man who wanted to cull his belongings down to just 100 things.

On the face of it, I thought that would be rather hard. Even my most nomadic friend – a lovely woman named Virginia who traveled the world teaching English – usually owned well more than 100 things, albeit temporarily.  When she lived in Columbus, Ohio, all her furniture still had the prices on them.  She figured it would save the Goodwill workers time to leave the stickers, since she planned to donate them back when she moved. Thoughtful, no?

However, the man conducting this experiment in simple living decided not to count items he shared with other people. He also counted a collection as just one thing, no matter how many individual items it contained.  For example, a book collection would be just one library.

According to my friend, many people in her reading group found the book inspiring, but others thought it a crock.  Some thought such an experiment in self-awareness would be worthwhile even if it failed. Others said that even using his definitions, that sort of simplicity lent itself only to communes, monasteries, or university dormitories. Quite a few people decided to put it to the test, and as she put it, “And then it became a thing.”

And by “a thing,” dear reader, she meant a complete and utter mess.  There were questions of terminology; e.g. can all the appliances in a house and a detached garage count as one collection? There was an obsession with tallies, not just for the person eliminating items but also between people.  The whole idea of “simplicity” was buried in minutia.

Ugh.

I told her about how I took part in an online support group for people overcoming squalor.  Not everyone is a hoarder, but everyone has a complex emotional attachment to things.  Several members are working at simplifying their lives, but it’s not a competition with each other anymore than strengthening a marriage or helping a child would be a competition.

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The Executive Closet Challenge

Recently I attended a fundraising dinner.* My friends and I sat next to a woman who works for ClosetsPlus, which specializes in “smart space design.” She gave us her card and encouraged us to take a look at her online portfolio. Wow!  Although our conversation focused on things like garages and linen closets, I particularly liked the home offices. Mine is more modest, but the elegant designs gave me a great idea: an “executive” closet.

Currently my office closet doesn’t work well. It features an oddly-angled wall, a shelf/coathanger-bar combination, and a shelf the previous owner built from scrap-lumber.  It holds miscellany, while a file cabinet and other storage units handle frequently-used items.  I’d enjoy more floorspace if I could transfer the everyday storage to the closet.

My challenge is two-fold: To transfer the everyday storage to the closet (thus enjoying more floorspace) and to re-make the closet cheaply (my budget: $20). Continue reading

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Long Story, Short: Why I Spent Friday Night Cleaning

freshly-opened canister of ground coffee + klutz = date with a broom and dustpan

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The state of the state

Driving to and from my hometown was an eye-opener. The first surprise was the amount of traffic: surprisingly little for a holiday weekend. I’m not sure whether it’s dropped because of the tight economy or if I’m so used to metropolitan traffic that everything else looks light in comparison.

The second surprise was the cost of daily life. I stopped by an outlet center that used to be jam-packed full of stores. The parking lots were still full, but many of the storefronts stand empty. I entered the information centre behind a large family – parents, grandparents, children and in-laws. From what I overheard, I understood that they had drawn up lists of things to buy from clothes for the kids to dishes for someone’s wedding. Talk about combining errands!

Now, I’ve seen families like this who are international visitors. In fact, I used to run into a Ontario university student who bought crates of books at my favorite bookstore, then took them back to Canada for other cash-strapped students. (If you wonder why, take a look at the back of a paperback book and compare the Canadian and US list prices.)

But this family was a Michigan family, living not terribly far from the outlet mall. So why were they acting as if this was a rare opportunity?

I got the answer on the drive home. First, I heard on the radio that Ford and another auto-maker had sold a record number of cars - and surveys showed that the average new-car buyer was replacing a 13-year-old model.  I wondered if the fact that some people had held onto cars for more than 13 years wasn’t a ripple-effect from the Cash-for-Clunkers program. That federal program had the unintended consequence of reducing the pre-owned vehicle pool and raising the price of used cars.

Then I noticed that the “low fuel” light was on and the gauge was showing empty.* I was in a rural area, so I white-knuckled it several miles to the nearest gas station and filled the tank.  After the initial feeling of relief, I experienced sticker shock.

The total that set me reeling? Forty-four dollars.

Although I drive daily, I live less than a mile from work and within 5 miles of the major errand hub (post office, grocer, library, etc.). I usually fill my tank once a month, empty or not, just because the gas stations are on my route. I rarely pay more than $25 for a month for fuel.

Now I’m looking at my neighbours and wondering how they cope with the expenses of daily life. A long commute, regular medical appointments in the nearby city, trips to the only health food store in the area - all are expensive.  That family in the outlet mall probably faces the same challenge, so that one mighty shopping trip during the off-season makes the most of their resources.

One of my co-workers opines that the way to save money is to live “greener.”  That’s certainly true for him, a commuter looking through the lens of his metropolitan lifestyle. But people in this community already have everyday traditions  - growing their own gardens, recycling metal and repurposing ‘junk,” raising chickens, etc.  – that are easy on the environment and the wallet. They know about buying local (at co-ops, no less) and supporting community resources like the library.

Ironically, it costs money to save money, whether it’s buying a new gas-sipping car or installing more effective windows or appliances.  People can’t change their lifestyles on a dime (pun intended). Until it becomes a necessity – such as the existing car stops running or the windowsills rot out – most people don’t want to add another monthly payment to their lives.  And it usually is purchased with credit: How else do you buy something expensive when you are scraping by?

*Note: The warning chimes and dings in my car died a few months ago, so I’ve now have to make a conscious effort to check the fuel gauge and the lights. And no, I’m not getting a new car soon. My Saturn is over 10 years old but still gets 30 mpg.

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Just who do you think I am?

Surrealism is myself. – Salvador Dalí

A few years ago, I realized that my junkmail was based on some horribly contradictory demographics. I received pleas for funds from groups as disparate as Feminists for Life and the National Rifle Association. According to the mail, I am Republican Democrat of the Libertarian persuasion, a union member fighting for Right-to-Work legislation, and Jewish Evangelical Christian with an interest in abolishing religion from the public square.

In my spare time, I garden (true), skydive (no!), and invest in gold (I wish). My ability to woodwork is matched only by my need to buy cosmetics at wholesale prices. I will help solve world hunger by sending starving people birth control and neglected animals that need a good home (in someone’s stomach).  Someday I will know all the secrets they don’t want you to know!

The Dali Atomicus, photo by Philippe Halsman (...

The Dali Atomicus, photo by Philippe Halsman (1948), shown before its supporting wires were removed. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sometimes I’m appalled by the assumptions, but other times I’m flattered. In some mindless computer database, am I really pegged as a culinary enthusiast? I can cook, and my renditions of hunter’s salad and spinach lasagna are popular. However, my friend M’e was in full pity mode when she realized I own only three types of knives and have no plans of getting a convection anything. She should be getting the applications to culinary schools overseas, not me.

On the other hand, I found myself intrigued by some glimpses of the Alternate Frog Universe. After receiving several invitations to attend philosophy and ethics symposiums, I went so far as to enquire about attending. Alas! I’m not affiliated with a philosophy department and therefore the person answering my call was unable – one might even say reluctant to help me register. (I wonder about the ethics of inviting someone only to reject their RSVP….)

And building my own sailboat? Oh, I think my doppleganger is one cool dame!

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