How This All Started

I had always meant to blog. If only so I could say I'd done it. I setup this account some time ago but only recently, following a fairly devastating job loss did I come up with some topics to at least test the waters.
I lost my job the Monday before Thanksgiving. I had been worried about this, as my manager was consistently belittling me and my efforts at work, so I figured she was trying to get me to quit. But any employee worth her salt knows that you don't collect unemployment if you voluntarily quit. So I persevered.
And then they called me in for a "meeting". I was pretty sure this would be it but how could it? My employee reviews were clean. I worked long hours and kept my clients happy. I kept my contractors in-line and was consistently under budget. Granted, I used the internet during work hours, but who doesn't? They couldn't possibly fire a competent employee just because her manager, and her manager's boss are mean-girls.
Oh, but they can. At least, in Pennsylvania. They can lie and tell the HR manager that you "weren't performing to expectations" despite the good work and good reviews. They can lie during the exit interview and then tell you how sorry they are that things worked out this way.
They offered that I could be fired effective that day (it was already 3pm) or I could "resign", effective two days later and not say a word to anyone in the meantime. Seeing as I have always had packrat tendencies and it took me the full 2 weeks to clean out my desk, my computer files and my e-mail from my last job (and even then I was going crazy) I opted for the two-day reprieve with the caveat that there was no way in hell that I would be doing work on any of my projects, just focusing on organizing the stuff I was taking as well as passing on the project files that I would not be taking.
It was still exhausting, especially since I didn't have any wiggle room with the date, T-giving being on Thursday. I tried to keep people out of my space, so that they would not notice all the empty spots on my shelves where my reference books used to be and ask me why I was amassing so many boxes on my drafting table.
Thank God one of my closest friends works with me. She has traveled the world and moved many times, so her pragmatic packing helped me get 90% of my stuff out of the office and into my Honda by Tuesday night. We piled the boxes in the front hallway of my apartment building, with the idea that I would sort through them and store them in my basement locker until I found a new job.
Fast forward to today. I have gone through the boxes at least once but found it to be hard work-even debilitating, at times. Some of the boxes migrated up to my apartment where they have been piled in a corner of the living room for quite some time. There are at least two boxes of old architecture/LArch magazines that I need to review and pitch. My roommate, as well as the other tenants in my apartment have not yet complained, but I get agida worrying about the day that they decide to complain.
I already have more than a few things that need to be reviewed, archived or pitched. Now I have a whole new layer of stuff to review and get rid of.
Did I mention, debilitating?
So this blog is meant to be a way for me to document and channel my inner organizer. Maybe this will help me sort things out. Maybe this will become just another thing I feel guilty about doing/not doing. I am hoping it will be a way for me to vent and maybe share my frustrations of a 31 year life of collecting and amassing. A point from which I can move forward and not have to make excuses for the stuff I have. I plan on moving in the next year or so-do I really want to deal with the amassing then? Or can I be proactive, using this time that I am unemployed to better myself and my situation.
Only time will tell.