Life in a Blur

The last 3-4 weeks have probably been the busiest time I’ve had this year.

There’ve been so many meetings, deadlines, deliverables, vendor cock-ups, parental frustration etc. It’s almost like they’ve all conspired to put me in a spin.

Anyway, today I’ve trade all those things in for another kind of stress – the reservist stress.

It’s not really comparable to the stress I face at work but it is more stressful in the physical sense. And especially so since we are moving overseas for training this time.

While dealing with the crap at work, I’ve also had to prep my equipment and uniforms in the evenings. And this is where the parental stress comes in.

I absolutely, positively detest people moving/touching my stuff. This comes from me being pretty particular about how I keep my stuff. I admit I can be a little messy at times, but hey, at least that’s my mess to deal with.

My parents think that by stuffing all of my things into plastic bags and stacking them into one neat unidentifiable pile is doing me a favor. Well, first, how the heck am I suppose to find anything at all if they are all in white plastic bags?

Am I suppose to feel them and magically know what the heck is inside? They claim that it’s cleaner because the bags keep the dust away from my stuff. Heck, they know that I have a rather sensitive nose to dust, and they can’t seem to understand that plastic is like a magnet for dust. And once you try to open the plastic bags, the dust gets everywhere, I start sneezing and my mood just turns foul immediately. If that’s not bad enough, I have the added frustration of trying to find my things.

Sigh….