Organization as a personal quality
Organize: Verb. (PUT IN) ORDER, arrange, sort (out), assemble, marshal, put straight, group, classify, collocate, categorize, catalog, codify, systematize, systemize, methodize.
That is a standard thesarus' list of synonyms for the world "Organize." It is a stinging truth, and a painful realization that none of those words could be grouped into a sentence starting with, "Mike is great at..." and have it not be an issue that 2 Nephi 9:34 doesn't apply to (Look it up, it's about being honest, and the penalty for lying).
Allow me to expound upon this new found realization of personal lack of character. It is 5 in the morning.. I have been up all night trying to get some projects finished—a wedding video here, a wedding video there, a post-production documentary for a commercial shoot— and have yet to start on any of them, due to an embarassing fact that I could not 1) find the right tapes from the camera, and 2 ) keep the ones I had already examined sorted out from those I had yet to scrub through.
Why? Well, it's a defect, located deep within the X chromosome that I carry. I know this because my dad, from whom all Y blessings come, is probably one of the most organized, neat-freak people I've met. He makes the dad on "Full House," (A glorious role for Bob Saggat) look like a trailer-trash all-star. MY mom, bless her heart, loses and mislplaces just about everything. For all we know, there are more than three kids in my family. Greetings to any of you who feel you've been misplaced at birth by a forgetful mother. We're probably related, and I probably owe you Christmas presents.
No, I don't. I take that back.
So, the solution? Either I can learn how to organize simple things a little better, which in this case is as complicated as utilizing a pen (a useful, effective, efficient utensil used for writing, which has been around for ages.), and LABELING the tape I just filmed my bounty upon.
Way too complicated.
How about I find a way to get paid a lot more for my lack of organization, then I just hire someone, like unto my dad (but with less "socks with sandals / tucked in t-shirts into sweat pants" ratio), to organize my life.
Sounds good.
Oh, and if it works, I'll buy you those Christmas presents.
If not... well.. let's hope you're Jewish.
mmm.. bacon.
That is a standard thesarus' list of synonyms for the world "Organize." It is a stinging truth, and a painful realization that none of those words could be grouped into a sentence starting with, "Mike is great at..." and have it not be an issue that 2 Nephi 9:34 doesn't apply to (Look it up, it's about being honest, and the penalty for lying).
Allow me to expound upon this new found realization of personal lack of character. It is 5 in the morning.. I have been up all night trying to get some projects finished—a wedding video here, a wedding video there, a post-production documentary for a commercial shoot— and have yet to start on any of them, due to an embarassing fact that I could not 1) find the right tapes from the camera, and 2 ) keep the ones I had already examined sorted out from those I had yet to scrub through.
Why? Well, it's a defect, located deep within the X chromosome that I carry. I know this because my dad, from whom all Y blessings come, is probably one of the most organized, neat-freak people I've met. He makes the dad on "Full House," (A glorious role for Bob Saggat) look like a trailer-trash all-star. MY mom, bless her heart, loses and mislplaces just about everything. For all we know, there are more than three kids in my family. Greetings to any of you who feel you've been misplaced at birth by a forgetful mother. We're probably related, and I probably owe you Christmas presents.
No, I don't. I take that back.
So, the solution? Either I can learn how to organize simple things a little better, which in this case is as complicated as utilizing a pen (a useful, effective, efficient utensil used for writing, which has been around for ages.), and LABELING the tape I just filmed my bounty upon.
Way too complicated.
How about I find a way to get paid a lot more for my lack of organization, then I just hire someone, like unto my dad (but with less "socks with sandals / tucked in t-shirts into sweat pants" ratio), to organize my life.
Sounds good.
Oh, and if it works, I'll buy you those Christmas presents.
If not... well.. let's hope you're Jewish.
mmm.. bacon.
posted by Mike | 5:19 AM
1 Comments:
LOL Omigosh, Mike, you are HILARIOUS!!
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