I cleaned my desk at work today.
Typically I'm so busy working as fast as humanly possible, I don't notice everything on my desk. This is a relatively slow week; so I cleared the drawers and desk top and confidentially destructed a zillion pieces of paper.
And the sheer number of calendars was revealed.
My desk calendar tracks the work meetings, appointments, birthdays, and activities; and the dates my numerous passwords get changed.
My regular monthly calender serves to track my PTO and if I just need to know what day of the week a particular date fell on.
My PTO calendar tells me when other people on the floor are not scheduled to be at work; or even better, when I am not scheduled to be at work.
The school district calender tracks no school days, early dismissal days, and the Last Day of School (30 1/2 more days).
So I thought for awhile about how that was just TOO. MANY. CALENDARS.
Then I added a bunch of appointments and meetings to the email calendar.
Then about an hour later I saw the Baby Blues Page a Day Calendar. That one serves no function other than to make me laugh because my life shows up in the pages so very often.
When I got home, Jupiter and I had to go through the hot lunch menu calendar. She hasn't touched a hot lunch since kindergarten, until about two weeks ago. Now she's all about the hot lunch. So we had to post that on the fridge.
Which reminds me, I forgot to reset Jupiter's magnetic perpetual calendar for the new month.
9 months ago
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I only have two calendars. Well, three. One is for a fictional world that only exists in my head. One is for blog posts and the third is for everything else.
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