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Jungle Drawer gets a make over

My lovely housekeeper comes on Tuesdays. She's only in my house for a few hours a week, but that's just enough for me. She's a very pretty, young Polish woman who is a meticulous cleaner. She has a particular fondness for tidying things like shelves and cupboards.

She worked over the holiday period and even though I was in DC, I left her a few projects to complete. I came home to a kitchen organised with military preciseness -I can now actually count how many pairs of chopsticks I own - way more than I need as it turns out, well, way more than anyone needs really.

I asked her to tidy up my closet - where I have a huge pile of sweaters about 3 feet high. Somehow they get tried-on and thrown back in the closet and never refolded, not sure how that happens...do I do that?? YA

Anyway, I told her not to bother with the drawers - I mean - come on, how could I ask someone else to tackle jungle drawer anyway - I would be embarrassed.

So, imagine my horror when I came home from work last night and found that she had completely organised and tidied my jungle drawer. Not only am I horrified that someone did that chore for me, but I am horrified that someone has seen my stash of sexy lingerie.

She folded my regular daily panties into the size of postage stamps and lined them up by colour on one side of the drawer - a novel experience for me - I can actually see my huge selection of under garments! The slightly less fabric-y items - like thongs and stuff, are so perfectly packed in the drawers it puts Victoria's Secret to shame. My thing-highs are all tucked in to small parcels and easy to find.

No more digging around in a frantic spazz when trying to find sexy lingerie to throw on - in order to pretend to my date that I had the stuff on all night while we were out.

Now I can see everything. I have a LOT of lingerie. I feel obligated to wear everything just to get it out a bit. Give those bustiers a bit of a runway trip through the bedroom. Get those garters snapping over the Christmas thighs and figure out what in the hell that silky, strappy, slinky thingy is for....

This is actually going to be a real project. I think this should be done systematically. I think I need volunteers to help me with this project. I shall start to interview prospective volunteers this weekend...

posted by Brussels Confidential @ 9:55 AM

Return to Schedule

I need work rehab. I am on day 2 of my first full week of work in 5 weeks and I can't handle it. I had so much vacation time left at the end of the last year that I took off the first two Fridays in December and went home to DC from the 17th to the 29th. I made it in to the office on the 2nd of January - but I was like the only one on the planet working that day and it was pretty quiet. I feel disconnected and demotivated. Like there's nothing to look forward to. I need some work therapy. Something to challenge me and get me fired up....not another flipping business review to prepare....

I spent the whole first day back going through 1100 e-mails I received while gone. I have categorized them by urgency. Some were apparently very urgent and needed my undivided, immediate attention...then. Now, not so much. It's pretty interesting how things are so urgent when they really aren't. Actually, it's not interesting at all.

To add insult to injury, it's bitterly cold out. Like -10 C (14 F). It snowed the other night and Bunny Dog has been loving his walkies - he goes nuts in snow. So I have been freezing my toes off waiting for him to burn-out his crazy winter energy zipping to and fro in the drifts. And the house only feels warm for a few minutes after coming back in from the cold. I can't get really warm.

I need a nice new man to spice up my life - add an air of mystery and a bit of romance. Well, that thought has already put a smile on my face!

I have just agreed to Hairy Canary for this Friday night - a few drinks with my Swedish friend A-K. She's a hoot. Perhaps I can meet a new 'special friend' that night too. It's been known to happen. Especially when I have 'it' and I have a feeling after this week (which seems as if it's already gone on for 15 days) I will definitely have 'it'.

OK - only 3.5 more work days before 'it' night. Back to the grindstone, take that call, chase that customer, file that report, prepare that presentation, get on the conference call at 5, make travel plans - return to schedule.

posted by Brussels Confidential @ 10:23 AM