I'm sure I should begin every day like that, but instead I self-medicate every morning through a routine of exercise and caffeine. Why? Because I'm a recovering Real Estate Broker. When driving through a neighborhood, I can recall how many For Sale signs there were and from which companies. Some people spend their professional lives honing their skills in science, an art form or people-management. I spent my 20s cramming my brain full of real estate statistics and marketing strategies.
A year ago next month, I closed my last transaction. I packed up my office, had a tearful exit interview with my Managing Broker, and closed up shop. Our move to Portland the month prior had presented both an opportunity and career change: being a stay-at-home-mom. However, it wasn't until yesterday that I opened the 3 boxes of office supplies I had packed up that last day nearly a year ago. David and Emily were playing in her room, and, left to my own devices, I took a little trip down memory lane, unpacked the boxes, and had to laugh at the end result.
What's left after blessing Goodwill with a large banker-box-full of supplies.
At the risk of competing with Home Depot, whom I believe annually moves up the date when they roll out the Christmas decor, please tune your dial to the tune of "The Twelve Days of Christmas" and sing along...
On the first day of Recovery, my old office gave back to me...
- 12 college rule notepads (in varying sizes, colors and binding locations, because you're never sure whether you're in a 'top' or 'left' spiral binding sort of mood)
- 11 title company letter openers (with these convenient little magnets on the backside)
- 10 letterhead-notepads (from varying insurance agents, title companies and inspectors who gave out plenty of free stuff but didn't see introducing themselves as part of their marketing strategy)
- 9 highlighters (only 2 of which were the same)
- 8 boxes of paperclips (jumbo too, in case of emergency)
- 7 safety pins (serious emergency kit material if you're female)
- 6 hundred Manila folders (refer to item 3)
- 5 staplers (also useful as a weapon)
- 4 boxes of sharpies (coloring is allowed when you're stressed, and these don't need a built-in sharpener)
- 3 boxes of hanging file folders (i don't think i even had that much file space, come to think of it---)
- 2 boxes of sheet protectors (i could cover each business receipt individually for our CPA this year)
- and 1 THOUSAND mailing labels.
If you've ever wondered why your Real Estate agent has a trunk full of used Starbucks cups and has a little eye-twitch, now you know. Caffeine is sanity when you're surrounded by mountains of paperwork.
Here's to laughing at yourself every now and again.