Came home yesterday and got the mail.
Oh? What's this?
My first W-2? Let me just put that in my "Taxes" folder.
What's that other thing?
Oh, just my Notice to Schedule for the actual CPA exam, guys, on the 22nd of February, guys.
Let me put that in my "CPA Docs" folder so I know what to bring to my test*.
Oh, a bill came today?
Looks like it's already been paid because I'm so on top of things and have a not-so-secret obsession with paying bills.
And then I filed it in my "Bills" folder and recorded the amount in the "Expenses" folder.
I kid you not. This is what I do with my time.
*Remember that time I was like an hour and a half late to the GMAT because I thought it started at 2 so I got there at 1:30 thinking I was going to be early and it actually started at 12 and I was soooo late but they let me in anyway and then I got a 570 and got into grad school? Good times. But that's not happening ever- EVER- again.
And then I started doing this thing that sounds really stupid, but it's really not.
On Sundays, I put together my work outfits for the week. This saves SO much time in the morning, which in reality is only about 10 minutes, but 5 days times 10 minutes is almost an hour of extra sleep. True story.
Instead of waking up and being like, "What am I going to wear today? Where are my black tights? Does this maroon really match this maroon?" and then taking 15 trips to the bathroom because that's the only mirror we have in our house, I can just change in the closet and know that it looks good because I did all the girly-indecisiveness Sunday night. Plus, it's more fun and less stressful to do it this way.
And then I figured out if I put my folded shirts vertically in my drawer, I can see everything in one glance.
They're even sorted by sleeve length.
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| My wardrobe. U jelly? |
So that's about as Pinterest as I'm going to get.
I just wanted to write about things that didn't involve weddings, sports, or placentas because that's apparently all Facebook is about now.
Pretend the dove from above is a dragon and your feet are on fire,
TWS
Girl in the War; Josh Ritter
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