Last night I started looking for a sheet of paper. Problem is I don't remember exactly what it looks like, but I do recall it's about the third of a full sheet. Maybe it's blue. Or maybe it's white. This sheet of paper is worth a few hundred dollars, so it's definitely worth getting my hands on it. The value of this paper is also what complicates my situation.
Sometimes when papers are important, I have a habit of putting them in a special place. Not in the basket where all my bills go for safe keeping. Even though I've double checked it hasn't appeared in the "to be filed" stack, umm or small mountain taking up the front side of my file cabinet. Shame on me. My special place has escaped me. Damn those special places.
After a couple of attempts with different lovely customer service representatives, I tried getting an electronic version of the paper I am desperately seeking, but no can do. Administrative jumble is what I received. Oh and we'll send you a new one, in 5-7 business days. Well, for the record I needed that piece of paper last night.
Time to move forward, empty handed in my paper chase. My files are in an upheaval, but I suppose the universe is just begging me to deal with them anyhow. Off, I go to file paper, silly paper,ridiculous amounts of statements, and probably even shred some paper. At this point, if I find that blue voucher, I might just rip it to shreds. Silently screaming, I must go.
All I can ponder is how many trees were harmed in the making of my paper chase?