yet another meltdown – hey, i am getting good at this!

fact: i had my last meltdown june 9

fact: moving sucks

fact: having less than 24 hours to hand over your apartment with said apartment still being a mess is more than i can handle.

= yet another meltdown. big time. since my last day at work last week i have been going nonstop to get this apartment ready for the hand over. i thought i was doing sort of OK, the piles got smaller, the amount of trash bags carried from my apartment grew and the place got more and more empty. but in the last 48 hours or so something in me happened. the last bit of strength that i had left, the last bit i could come up with was gone. despite eating carbs like crazy (when i was actually eating) i did not have the strength to walk my stairs anymore. i felt it and each time i walked up and down the stairs to my fourth level apartment i lost more spunk.

this afternoon i was so exhausted that i could not do anything anymore except cry. my special someone had the honor of  answering my phone call and oh boy what a phone call it was. poor him. so i cried and cried and eventually he talked me into calling up a friend or two to help me. now, i realize i should have done that before but i had this whack idea of being able to do this by myself. i brought it onto myself and i can work through this. turns out i can’t and the friend i called up got a dose of that as well. more tears, some unintelligible gibberish, and a cry for help and over she came.

just to have someone there with me already made a big difference and it was quite motivating for me. while she cleaned the windows i packed, tossed, and cleaned some more. when she left four hours later i felt very relieved and able to conquer the rest by myself.

i have two rooms basically all ready and four more (including hallway) to sweep and mop. plus picking up knicknacks here and there first, finalize my packing, take the final things over to a friends and mail myself some boxes. the stuff in the boxes did not fit anymore or was too heavy to drag it around with me. like my grandma’s sewing machine. gosh, i really feel bad for mailing it and not having it with me when i board the train but there is just no way i can carry this thing AND another suitcase AND my laptop bag AND my purse AND a huge treking backpack.

my choice is to either not be able to walk at all or have – at the worst – a broken sewing machine. i have no other choice but to go with option one. wish me luck!

now i’m off to bed after this super exhausting day. the handover is in 13 hours. after that all of this will be behind me. i’ll be able to sleep, relax, and focus on the new chapter in my life. 13 more hours…

franzi

without a bed, still counting down – 64 days to go!

how do you know i am about to move from one continent to the other?

this is how:

that space that used to house my bed

about an hour ago i sold my bed and that unused space you see above is where it used to be. the feeling of not having a bed is a very strange one. don’t worry, i do have something to sleep on (a couch and as alternative a blow-up mattress with a hole in it so i am unsure how long the air in it will actually last). but my comfy bed who has been with me for 8 years or so is gone…sniff. i feel a little shelterless. not homeless because i have a home. my bed has always been a center for me. it’s the one place where i am calm, can relax, and i love to sleep. now i have to deal with the sleeping arrangements i have…

by the way, another way to be able to tell i will be moving is the mess in the background of the picture. part of it is still the mess from when my apartment was dried due to the many water leaks in the past months. but part is also my effort to go through paperwork, clothes and just plain stuff to sort it into keep and toss piles. folks, that process is more difficult than i thought but i am getting there!

i will distract myself from the void that used to house my bed by doing some window shopping and enjoying a yummy ice cream.

in case you are curious, the mess at work is sort of sorted out. i am back to a 100% bonus (assuming i meet my numbers) and that is something i can live with. my work = my bonus. something i learned from this “situation” is to always, always, always cover your ass. be prepared to and do take meeting notes, write confirmation emails, just put whatever was discussed and agreed on in writing. as one of my co-workers out it “wer schreibt der bleibt” (german for who writes stays). for my meeting in question just me and my boss were present and he has a tendency to…well, let’s say forget what was discussed and what he agreed to. i was not prepared to take notes because it was supposed to be just a 5 minute meeting that then turned into a 45 minute diamonologe. my boss did the talking, not me.

another thing i learned is to not have too close friendships at work. if there is potential for a friendship i will in the future try to develop that outside of work and keep it out of work as best as i can. i don’t want to be in the position again to have someone use the friendship card on me and then try to f*ck me over.  sorry for these words but that is exactly what happened. it was said “friend” who came up with the idea to cut my bonus not the boss who she blamed when talking to me.

aaaaaaaanyways, i’m back to 100% and i only have 24 work days left. i can do this! i have to anyways ;-)

my flight countdown is 64 days. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

franzi

six archetypes of moving mad colleagues

the recent move of my office taught me a number of things about people. their organizational skills, their stress tolerance level, their ability for spacial thinking, their physical strength along with their sense of humor.

i went from sharing two rooms with a total of four people to sharing three rooms with five people. i now have a new “office mate”, two new colleagues and (this is my favorite…i’m german after all) a cabinet with a bunch of office supplies. i now have access to an abundance of post-its, envelops, tape (i need a tape dispenser though but that is just a minor detail), pens and pencils…and this is all organized! it’s heaven.

all of this packing, moving and unpacking brought about six archetypes of colleagues

the stressed out one

this archetype is defined by the word stress. everything and everyone means stress. the mere thought of moving is already stressing out this speci(wo)man in extreme levels. needless to say that for anyone who is trying to be of help this is a very difficult situation. it’s like walking on eggshells except that even they have already cracked. yes, you may help in packing or unpacking but if you ask questions, it’s too much. if you don’t ask and subsequently put something in the wrong place hell breaks lose. so to sum it up, with this archetype you cannot win. don’t expect rational thinking or conversations. think a tantrum of a five-year-old when this speci(wo)man gets started.

the rational thinking one

there’s always got to be one who seems to be above things. the one with the objective view, the foresight, the out-of-the-box thinking, the calm one, the one who breaks up your hissy fit with a simple question that makes you feel really stupid. do we need rational thinkers? absolutely! do we appreciate them being around? well, i’m not so sure about this one. sometimes when all you want to so is whine and complain about the paper cut you got the rationale of this archetype can really be too much.

the chaotic one

planning of any kind is not the forte of this archetype. not that they would mind the lack of organization. boxes are not labeled, the content of said boxes are a mix of everything thrown together. knowing where to put the furniture? totally overrated. this archetype waits for the problems to arise and then solves them in the order of appearance. if too many problems line up this archetype falls into the patterns of the stressed out one.

the organized one

this one is the direct opposite of the chaotic one. everything is packed according to lists, everything is labeled, there are lists and plans for whatever you can imagine. obviously these lists are not kept to oneself but passed amongst colleagues so that all of them know the deal (and feel bad about not being as organized). the organized one would never miss an event such as an office move because this is the one opportunity where they can thrive and show off their skills. being the chaotic one with only organized colleagues? torture!

the i’m not in charge and will take no responsibility one

this archetype does not take charge when it is needed and does not volunteer for work to be done. however, when told to do something they do it because if it goes wrong they can blame that someone. personally, i don’t think this archetype is so bad, after all they do the work they are supposed to do. but they require supervision and that can be strenuous, especially during a move when your attention is split among so many things going on simultaneously.

the this-will-fit (but it never will) one

aaaah, the great thinkers of this world. they have an idea of how to place the furniture in the new rooms and they get all excited about it. the fact that it doesn’t quite fit? oh well, minor detail. measurements are for sissies, this archetype thinks big. i guess it’s great to have these thinkers around because they have ideas most people will never have and this creativity is the spice of life. problems start when things don’t fit and readjustment is needed. creativity cannot be squeezed into boundaries such as walls and room height. anyone else hearing the stressed out one coming out of the closet?

all of these archetypes came together when we moved. i am not dishing on what type i think i am, and i’m not stopping you from guessing. ;-) let’s just say that i STILL am highly excited about the office supply cabinet and i love going to staples :-D

franzi

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