CRC World Headquarters was a very scary place yesterday. There was organizing going on. A lot of intense organizing.
My best friend, Stacy, is visiting from Chicago and came to help at CRC during the monthly giveaway. Stacy will organize my glove compartment on the way to the grocery store. The last time I visited her, I was amazed to find no papers of any kind stacked anywhere in the house. “Where are all your papers?” I asked her. “Your bills and magazines? Where are they?”
“I have them organized in folders,” she said. Really? Folders?
It’s not difficult to organize a pallet of toothpaste, but it’s the decorative donations that apparently need some order and symmetry. “Where do you want me to put this,” Stacy asked the first day, holding up a doo-dad. “I don’t care,” I said. Stacy did not realize that I don’t care because I have no say in this matter anyway. Betsy is the one who decides where everything goes.
I am happy to report that Betsy and Stacy got along famously. They organized every section of every table by theme and compatible color. They organized the clothing by type and style. It made my head spin and I retreated to the other side of the warehouse. As I said, it was intense.