In an effort to inspire some friends to blog more, I thought it would be fun to bring back some old questions from the Friday 5 that used to be popular on LiveJournal.
- Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not?
- Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly?
- Would you say that your desk is organized right now?
- Do you alphabetize CD’s, books, and DVD’s, or does it not matter?
- What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to organize?
This is a tough one. I do consider myself to be organized, however if you walked into my abode, you might be tempted to call BS. But, the truth is, I know where most of our “stuff” is. Most of it has a permanent home and I know right where it is. Now does everything end up in its home in a timely manner? Not so much.
I have a wall calendar that I use much to Jason’s chagrin. I’m not sure if I’ll be getting a 2009 calendar because I’ve been making an honest effort to use iCal more since that’s what Jason looks at to see what’s going on with the family. My problem is remembering to actually look at iCal.
Well, on my desk right this moment you will find a cup of tea I’m still drinking, seam ripper, a wooden play cookie, 2 pens, my coveted nail polish, nail clippers shaped like an alligator. Of course there is also my keyboard, speakers, mouse, mouse pad and monitor. So there are items that don’t belong here, but there’s no stack of paper clutter, nor is it covered with piles of junk.
Dvd’s are arranged as follows: Kid friendly movies on the bottom row, and everything else on the top. xbox games are also on the bottom row. Books? I don’t really keep a lot of books, but the ones I do have are arranged by subject matter. Music is all in iTunes and therefore arranged alphabetically by artist.
My answer hasn’t changed since the last time I answered this years ago. It was the stockroom for the men’s department at the major department store I worked at. You wouldn’t believe the horrors I found in there. The nerve of some people when bringing a return or exchange hit home as I was going through the stock room. I found stacks of items dating so far back that I didn’t even know where to find its current value. And then there was the most evil paper bag in the history of paper bags.
Way up on a shelf above everyone’s head was a paperbag with a mystery item. No one had a clue what was in it and there was a thick layer of dust on it. Since it was up to me to get that room in tip top shape, I decided to just open the bag and see what the heck it was. If you don’t want to know, I suggest you just go away now. It’s ok, I understand.
There was a pair of jersey weight sweatpants. Gray… and brown. Only there wasn’t supposed to be brown on the pants. Someone had an accident of the, um, to put this delicately, runny variety. And then it was shoved in a bag and put into the stockroom for all of eternity. I have no idea if this was a return or someone in the store shopping was wearing the pants when it happened and swiped a new pair. I just don’t have any idea how they ended up in there, and I don’t want to know. This wasn’t in the kids department, these were full sized man pants. Also, it wasn’t an employee, at least one that was working when it happened because we weren’t allowed to wear sweatpants while working.
Now we had a policy that every single thing had to be accounted for and once these pants had been discovered I couldn’t just toss them. I had to figure out their “value” and then damage them out. Of course they had absolutely zero value to anyone sane, but for inventory purposes, they had to be accounted for. In the end, I assigned a ticket to the item, and then promptly damaged it out and chucked the bag into the huge dumpster. Horrible.
So yes, that stockroom was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to organize.
You know, I mentioned the nerve of some people with their returns. I was the only one working in the Men’s Sportswear department when an older man came in with a stack of about 5 pants. He thew the stack on the counter and said he wanted an exchange. There was no receipt of course. And upon inspecting the stack of pants, his motives were clear. They were old, and he wanted new pants without having to actually PAY for them. They were out of style and I said I’m sorry, but I can’t give you an exchange for these. He became irate and I called my manager who was upstairs at the time. I explained the situation to him and the guy was getting louder and louder. They just wanted the man out of the store so I was instructed to make an even exchange. The customer needed to leave happy.
The man came in with pants over a decade old, and left with brand new pants. Unbelievable.
A few weeks later as I was working the floor, I saw him approaching the door with another stack of old pants. Fortunately I wasn’t the only one working at the time, so I made a run for it to the stockroom. I wasn’t going to be nice if I had to deal with him again. And like before, he got brand new pants, but this time was escorted out by loss prevention with a stern suggestion that he never return again.
Would it surprise you if I told you the department store went bankrupt and closed the doors in 1995? No? Me neither with policies like that.