How is this for chaos. The photo was taken in 2007 in Dagenham which is now a part of London, although it used to be county Essex. These things change so quickly, but it was the local underground station for my mum and dad at the time. At least it was a pretty chaos with the big red plastic pieces. Note the hard working person leaning on the plastic. That was why it was there probably, as a worker’s support when he was feeling tired.
I grew up in chaos, but never realised that is was chaos, it was a way of life. We never had places where things belonged. Mum and dad usually left it laying around somewhere. I thought that was how you did it. We had cupboards and furniture which was mostly a special deal. You did not know where it came from, but it was not a shop. Most of it probably “feel off the back of a lorry” which is cockney phrase meaning, it was obtained in the usual organised way. We even had car boot sales. A bloke would appear in a car, open the boot and sell what was in the boot. Somehow you knew he would be arriving and the informed were all waiting. Dad once brought 2 bottles of rum home from work, a third of the normal price. It was then that mum was watching a police programme on the TV where they showed stolen goods and crimes. Yes, exactly those bottles were the result of a robbery and we were all warned about buying them as it would be under the crime title of “receiving stolen goods”. Mum did not admit and tell the police all about it, she was very sly. She washed the bottles and removed the labels. That was not chaos, that was being clever.
As I never knew the meaning of the word growing up in such a background, I lived in organised chaos. My boss in the office, when I was a working woman, was astonished that I always found everything. I noticed that in Switzerland when the office emptied in the evening, the desks were cleared and no remais left. I foud this to be time consuming. Why put it all away when you have to bring it back on the following morning. Apparently this was not the thing you did in Switzerland. I found my own solution. I made a pile of all the documents and pushed them into my cupboard and closed the cupboard door. In the morning I would return my pile to my desk, but even this was not enough. My piles were not neat piles. The corners were not aligned with the other corners. However, there was a surprise element in my organisation. My boss was astounded, that I always found what he needed. When we had business visitors in the office he tried to avoid showing them my desk until he was asked who sits there. He sort of cast a negative glance in my direction and said it is Mrs. Angloswiss. “She is english and does things differently to the rest”, the rest being Swiss. In a way I was proud, I was something completely different, not one of the masses.
Today, many years later, I have become more Swiss than the Swiss. I do not like searching for things and so I organise everything. I now have an empty desk where I write my blogs. It all begun when I decided to sort our photos, and there were many. I catalogued them and made separated files, labelling what they contained. When that was finished I moved on to the documents: again placed in see-through plastic envelopes in a file. Mr. Swiss was becoming concerned, I was no longer the person he married 47 years ago, but I now had it in my system. He also told me not to touch his various documents, they were all in a box, or was it two boxes, might have been three. I decided to let him keep his ow organisation.
We all have a surface somewhere where we toss bits and pieces of documents that will come in handy, but do not know why. No longer at the Angloswiss mansion, I have organised those plastic stack-up trays. Mine are on the left and on the right is Mr. Swiss. Note the top tray, they are the documents he used to leave on the dining room table in the livig room, they are now in the tray. I have sorted my documents in various sections, and below I have my cameras. In between there is the ironing board because it fits quite nicely and my office is also my ironing room. That is organised chaos to perfection.
I discovered another one of those tray organisers in the celler last week, with 10 trays and found it would come in useful, but did not know for what. Mr. Swiss said, forget it whilst his complexion changed to a whiter shade of pale.
Daily Prompt: Chaos