Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Checklists

I hate checklists. I hate "to do" lists. One would think, given my slightly (ha ha ha) compulsive nature, that I would love the organisation associated with lists, but not so much.

My theory, and preference, is that I should never have enough to do to hit a list. My workload is, or should be, under control. I have a good memory, so making a list is a bit of a waste for me. I know where shit is at. The same applies to my personal life, if you're organised you don't need lists.

My current state of listing is irritating. I have lists within lists. I have three immigration lists and two personal lists related to our immigration application. I have lists of documents, lists of what money is coming in, lists of what needs to get done, lists of who I need to talk to, lists of money going out. Sublists to each thing I have to do to indicate whether there is a form to go with outgoing/incoming money on x date. I hate it.

My passport arrived today (how great is this nail colour).


It ticks a lot of boxes in a lot of places. It's on nearly all the lists and was causing me a lot of stress. 

With this out of the way the list gets smaller in a lot of ways, and that gives me a bit of peace. 

To do:

  • complete two application forms with passport number 
  • sign one application form
  • get certified copies of:
    • drivers licence
    • birth certificate
    • marriage certificate
    • divorce decree
    • passport
  • Finalise letters of support
  • Complete document index and email to Americo
  • Courier the folder of death to Americo
  • Spend $3000 just for kicks
  • Americo get medical
  • Americo get police check
  • Make Americo get certified copies of:
    • drivers licence
    • birth certificate
    • passport
  • Make Americo go through each page of the 200 page folder with me on Skype to make sure everything is perfect and signed where it's supposed to be signed. 
  • Send to the embassy
  • wait
  • wait
  • wait
  • wait
  • wait
  • spend $2000 on flights
  • get married

See why I hate the list. 


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