The ants didn't invade my dreams last night, instead I dreamed about work.  (I think that's worse.)  I haven't seen any more in the house.  Perhaps it was all just a Twilight Zone episode.

Maybe it was a warning from the Good Housekeeping Fairy, telling me instead of working at my place of employment or at DU's house, I should find some time to do some cleaning around here.  Not that my house is a bug haven, but it could use a good sweeping and dusting.  I've been neglectful since the house closing and the new grandbaby's arrival.  I come home too tired to clean and too tired to care.

If this place is bad, my office is worse, and it's driving me nuts.  I have the major project of transferring last year's files (we file by school year) out of cabinets and into storage boxes about half-done.  My office is full of filled, half-filled and empty file storage boxes.  My desk is piled high with new filing that needs to go into the cabinets once they are emptied.  Besides posting the daily receivables, I'm knee-deep in billing, in various stages of undoneness.  Then, there are the inventory transfer reports piling up, because I'm in charge of inventory, too.  A stack of paid in full notices that can't seem to make it off my desk and into envelopes and the mail.  Since DU left on maternity leave, I've become the "go-to" person for the new employees' questions.  The only time I'm getting anything done is between 5:30 and 8:00 pm, when everyone else has left the building.  Every time I think I'm going to have some spare time to get back to the filing project, something else comes along and gobbles up those precious minutes.  It's good to be busy, I'd prefer to be.  But this, is ridiculous.  I'm drowning in paper.  I dread going to work because I can't stand the mess, and I can't find the time to do anything about it.  There could be ants in there, and I wouldn't even know it!  Taking three days off last week only put me farther behind and deeper in the mire.

It's like quicksand, I tell you!  Quicksand!  The more I struggle, the deeper I sink.

The hurrieder I go, the behinder I get.

I'm going in early today.  I have no other choice.

Enjoy your day.

Happy blogging.

  
      pw