Shredded ... to the PAIN!!
Aug. 4th, 2009 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
texchanYou know how, in Princess Bride, the whole thing was not "to the death" but "to the pain"? Like when Wesley and Prince Bad-Guy-Whose-Name-I-Can-Never-Remember (even though I've seen the movie umpteen times >.O) fight, and Princie tells Wesley they will fight "to the death", but Wesley says no, he wants to fight "to the pain".
Yeah well, my saga 'o' shredding has turned out to be something like that.
I've been shredding for two (or is it three?) days now. Something I probably shouldn't admit out loud. I'm kind of embarrassed to say I haven't cleaned out my files or shredded anything since around 2005. At the same time, I'm rather perversely proud of it in that little-kid way. You know: "Wow! No shredding for 4 years! I'm so freaking COOL!! Can I have some ice cream?" I know, it makes no sense, but what can I say? I am an enigma wrapped up in a whole pile of insecurities.
This morning, my reliable little shredder gave up the ghost. *insert moment of silence to mourn its passing* I couldn't let the impact of this properly sink in at the time, because all I could think was: "Fucking sonuvabitch! How am I going to finish all this damn shredding now?" I'm not ashamed to say this was said in a tone caught somewhere between a snarl and a whine. Because I've been shredding for days. And I'm beginning to think I'll never finish. Ever. EVER.
So I packed up my kiddo and the mom-unit and headed to Office Depot -- a stop-off made all the more convenient because it was on the way to my kiddo's afternoon playdate. Of course, they no longer carry "my" shredder, which is probably just as well. I think it was too light-weight for what I needed it to do -- much as I loved it for its compact size, which made for easy storage. I didn't have too long to shop, as I still had to feed my kid before dropping her off at her friend's house. (Hello, Mickey D's!) Plus, it's not easy to compare shredder sizes and features with a five-year-old "helping" you. Still, I managed it. Found a medium-sized shredder that's suitable for heavy home use: cross-cut ... shreds all the stuff I want: paper clips, staples, CDs, credit cards ... has a larger drum (4.5 gallon) ... but still has a rather sleek-looking design, overall. Plus, it was rather mid-priced. Not the cheapest, but definitely not the most expensive, either. I purchase it, toss it in the car, swing by Mickey D's, and then off to the playdate, where we arrive right on time. I felt pulled-together (a rare feeling for me). Invincible. Powerful.
I am WOMAN!! Hear me ROAR!!
I head home, quite satisfied with myself, and call the hubster to relate my day's adventures to him.
Hubby laughs at the fact that I've managed to burn out a shredder. This doesn't bother me, but I think he shares at least half the blame; he could shred every so often, 'ya know? Then, he tells me he's worried the shredder I bought was too big. And too expensive. And that he has a coupon. So I shouldn't open it; when he comes home tonight, we'll return it so that we can get this discount.
This is all well and good. Saving money is great, especially in these days and times. But, now, I have come full circle. From Invincible, I-CAN-Do-This, right back to whining (under my breath): "Fucking sonuvabitch! How am I EVER going to finish all this damn shredding?"
How the mighty have fallen. >.O
Yeah well, my saga 'o' shredding has turned out to be something like that.
I've been shredding for two (or is it three?) days now. Something I probably shouldn't admit out loud. I'm kind of embarrassed to say I haven't cleaned out my files or shredded anything since around 2005. At the same time, I'm rather perversely proud of it in that little-kid way. You know: "Wow! No shredding for 4 years! I'm so freaking COOL!! Can I have some ice cream?" I know, it makes no sense, but what can I say? I am an enigma wrapped up in a whole pile of insecurities.
This morning, my reliable little shredder gave up the ghost. *insert moment of silence to mourn its passing* I couldn't let the impact of this properly sink in at the time, because all I could think was: "Fucking sonuvabitch! How am I going to finish all this damn shredding now?" I'm not ashamed to say this was said in a tone caught somewhere between a snarl and a whine. Because I've been shredding for days. And I'm beginning to think I'll never finish. Ever. EVER.
So I packed up my kiddo and the mom-unit and headed to Office Depot -- a stop-off made all the more convenient because it was on the way to my kiddo's afternoon playdate. Of course, they no longer carry "my" shredder, which is probably just as well. I think it was too light-weight for what I needed it to do -- much as I loved it for its compact size, which made for easy storage. I didn't have too long to shop, as I still had to feed my kid before dropping her off at her friend's house. (Hello, Mickey D's!) Plus, it's not easy to compare shredder sizes and features with a five-year-old "helping" you. Still, I managed it. Found a medium-sized shredder that's suitable for heavy home use: cross-cut ... shreds all the stuff I want: paper clips, staples, CDs, credit cards ... has a larger drum (4.5 gallon) ... but still has a rather sleek-looking design, overall. Plus, it was rather mid-priced. Not the cheapest, but definitely not the most expensive, either. I purchase it, toss it in the car, swing by Mickey D's, and then off to the playdate, where we arrive right on time. I felt pulled-together (a rare feeling for me). Invincible. Powerful.
I am WOMAN!! Hear me ROAR!!
I head home, quite satisfied with myself, and call the hubster to relate my day's adventures to him.
Hubby laughs at the fact that I've managed to burn out a shredder. This doesn't bother me, but I think he shares at least half the blame; he could shred every so often, 'ya know? Then, he tells me he's worried the shredder I bought was too big. And too expensive. And that he has a coupon. So I shouldn't open it; when he comes home tonight, we'll return it so that we can get this discount.
This is all well and good. Saving money is great, especially in these days and times. But, now, I have come full circle. From Invincible, I-CAN-Do-This, right back to whining (under my breath): "Fucking sonuvabitch! How am I EVER going to finish all this damn shredding?"
How the mighty have fallen. >.O