Anytime you shake up someone’s universe, I suppose there is going to be a modicum of stress. Lost files, boxes lying around everywhere, resetting your pictures, and of course the ever popular “what the heck am I going to do with all of these boxes?” I do know from experience that it takes a good week or two to get settled but it still is a pain in the tuckus (tuckus – n. your butt). Make it a move from an expansive office to a more compact one and wallah, you have to make decisions. Files can be stored and that is a good thing but even then you have to determine which file is worthy of storing. I have a rather simple procedure in place that has me placing every file in a different pile. The piles are named:
- Recent Stuff – stuff that has happened within this fiscal year and the last fiscal year.
- Tuckus biting stuff – stuff you know someone is going to call and reference the minute you put it in storage.
- Egad, that is old stuff – stuff older than three years old.
From those piles I decide which filing cabinet they go into and how low they will stay there. Folders are checked, relabeled if needed and then put in a cabinet, a box, or a storage facility unless they are 10 years old or older and then they are set aside for shredding. I’m pretty sure there are simpler methods that involve sacrificing chickens or perhaps even a human sacrifice but I am not from a barbaric people so I’ll stick with my methodology.
I have most of my files sorted, a few pictures on the walls, but best part of all I have all of the electronics hitched up and email works again as does the internet. Life is goooooooooood! Perhaps the most important part of moving, or the essence of moving, is that no one died. That is always a plus!
