The girl who fell in love with rocks

Part of the trip to Young involves the cleaning out of the company storage shed. When you think storage shed you picture old filing cabinets and fax machines……but no! This storage shed is floor to ceiling dirt! Bags and bags and bags of bags of dirt inside bags! Dirt in all colours…..red, cream, green…..sparkly dirt, powdery dirt, clingy dirt! It was like dirt heaven!

…..until we had to start moving it. Then it wasn’t so nice to be around. Each bulka bag contained up to 30 plastic sample bags of dirt, each sample bag weighing up to 20kg. Which means the bulka bags weigh a HUGE amount! And there are hundreds of these bulka bags, all needing to be catalogued, moved and inventoried.

Now I am a highly organised person, who actually enjoys creating and maintaining a well organised and respectable existence! But even my anal retentive side began to shrivel somewhat at the magnitude of this inventory! Still, there’s no rest for the wicked, so today began a day of itemising and cataloguing. Having dragged along my handy field hands (aka. my son and his best friend) it came in mighty handy to have a fieldy with a fork lift ticket (thank you Lucas!) and with periodic expletives, me shouting directions and fieldy’s running here and there, chaos soon began to morph into a somewhat haphazard yet glimmer of hope in becoming a potentially organised shed full of dirt!

With several trips to the tip to dispose of bags of dirt that are no longer needed (don’t ask what they are needed for in the first place!), a significant dent was made in the content of the storage shed. Tomorrow will entail making a map of where each bulka bag is located, and then going through the chip drawers and pulp boxes to see what needs to be kept or piffed (don’t worry – it will all be explained!).

In the meantime……every time I blow my nose the tissue is representative of some Andy Warhol artwork with various colours and textures represented! Don’t worry – I won’t take a photo……!