Sometimes you just gotta buckle down and get them down. Take ironing for example.
This weekend I packed away my winter woolies and got out my summer slights. I actually don't mind this job, it's the one that comes after it: The Ironing.
All those pretty summer dresses are sleepy and wrinkled after spending the winter closeted away in a bag. So down to the cold, uncomfortable basement I go and pull out my antique wooden ironing board and I iron away.
On the bright side, the kitten keeps me company. I'm ironing where I keep his food so he thinks treats may be involved plus the cord on the iron is pretty intriguing. Eventually I start to appreciate the satisfaction of ironing out all those wrinkles and how the iron gives a little hiss of steam, like a crowd roaring. Congrats! Another dress done! Whistle while you work!
I just returned to from a week of holidays. It took me a while to get back in the swing of my job routine. I was pretty sure I had put all my toys away before I left but after sloughing through about two hundred emails it seemed either somebody moved some of my toys or I couldn't remember where or what I was doing with them!
By Wednesday I was back in the groove. It was time to get down to one of those menial mindless jobs that I avoided before my vacation.
Back to Medical Records I go to prep materials, in this case, stuffing Yellow Folders, a palliative resource.
Not much going on in here. It's an enclosed room, not very pretty.
Back in it's heyday, this was a hopping spot. Full of staff coming and going to either find a file or put one away. But a few years ago we went paperless and now the filing rows are mostly empty and I've taken over with all my palliative resource material.
Just me and a lot of paper back here. So I bring my trusty phone with me and crank the tunes and rock it out. Occasionally I sashay up one of these aisles and back for my personal amusement.
I'm whistling while I work, and I'm getting it done, these menial, mindless tasks.
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