who keeps envelopes? seriously?
Writing this post is actually a reward for work well done. I just went through an enormous box of a client’s paperwork, and removed and unfolded about 972 bank statements from the envelopes they came in that he had decided were a good storage system for them. I threw the envelopes away. That’s right, I did. This guy had given us unnecessary tax assessment documents for his house dating back to 1980, which meant I was handling documents that were older than me. I don’t feel a bit sorry for tossing out his stupid envelopes.
(There was also a document in that file that had been stamped by the county clerk in November 1946. That was kind of cool to unfold and handle.)
I will be teaching three classes a week come May: Friday nights from 5:30 to 6:30 PM, Sunday mornings at 8:30 AM, and Sunday afternoons at 4:00 PM. Two of those time slots are definitely losers, especially during the summer, but I’m not really expecting much out of teaching them other than experience (and probably a good amount of reading while I wait for people to show up). The Friday class will only be until September, when N will take it back over. I don’t know what happened with her, because now she has no classes on the schedule at Ridgely at all, but it’s not really my business. I’m kind of excited about having the extra time slots, because if I manage to teach at Lululemon at all this summer, I can tell people the three different time slots in the hope they’ll show up to one of them. I had a long talk with at BF last night about all the numerous problems I see with working at Ridgely, but I have to point out that I’m so grateful to them for giving me chance after chance to work up my experience and clientele.
After my AACC class is over, I’m going to start taking classes at Golden Heart a couple of times a week. In part I want to remember what it feels like to be a yoga student again, in part I want to get in better shape, and in part I want to scope out Golden Heart. I went to a workshop there and didn’t really fall in love with the place, but it’s the only other studio in Annapolis that I’m not familiar with, so it’s time for the college try.
What else is going on…I’ve been putting off making vegetarian shepherd’s pie for about three weeks now, and I think tonight I’m finally going to do it. Yesterday I met a veterinarian who was so thoroughly underwater in terms of debt that it took my breath away. MP invited me up to Chautauqua over the long weekend of Memorial Day, but I don’t really want to go at this time of year, so I’m debating about what to tell them. Something weird is going on in my subconscious as regards sex. My mom leaves for a three-month research trip in Europe in two weeks. I watched The Hangover and was surprised not only at how much I liked it, but how much I learned about the way men interact. Last night, a comedian died in New York.
April 27, 2010 at 1:24 pm
All I heard was “sex.”
[pausing for effect]
Speaking professionally, you were right to toss the envelopes. Standard practice.
Well, but your clients can’t usually yell at you for it. What if this guy’s OCD?
All of your teaching sounds promising to me! I hope the death-slot isn’t so dead as you fear. And I’ve heard that “The Hangover” was very funny from a professional colleague who has impeccable feminist cred, so now you have me officially interested.
April 27, 2010 at 7:26 pm
I used to just file things envelopes and all, until I realized that I hadn’t been keeping them in order that way and that I was taking up literally three times the space in the folder, b/c everything was folded into thirds.
I cleaned it all out, and now have so much more room in that drawer. Amazing.
I’m hoping that’s the way he’ll see it when I give him his originals back. Also, BF used to do this too, until I showed him the light.
April 29, 2010 at 12:11 am
Aren’t old documents cool, though? I bought a book with a steam engine inspection certificate from the ’40s folded up in it, and every so often at work I deal with big beautiful untidy old paper Title Deeds from the 1800s.
That’s amazing. I’ll bet that the old document thing is a lot more interesting in the American west, where the pioneer days are a lot closer to the present, than here on the staid old east coast – and I’ll bet it’s more interesting there in Australia, too. And I do love old documents. Just not fifteen-year-old newsletters from county executives.
My grandmother used to keep envelopes as scrap paper, but not storage.