What Just Happened?

I was well aware of what I would have coming up for me following the unpleasant revelation on Wednesday. One hundred and fifty cataloging sheets weren’t going to fill themselves out, so after greeting my coworkers I headed straight to the warehouse in order to bring the number down. It’s kind of hard to recall the very specifics of Thursday because of many different reasons, many I probably can’t nail down. When doing something like this for around six hours, it starts to get strange. You lose track of time while you’re working on it. You lose track of time while you’re taking a small breather. The best way that I can describe it is that it’s like a marathon where the only goal is to finish. Strangely, doing the same procedure for similar looking items takes a lot out of a person. The moment you realize this, you’re pretty much done for the day, but you still have much more to do and you know it. I’m not going to be melodramatic and say it virtually robbed me of my sanity. And after all, I definitely know that it could be much worse given that some archived artists have boxes full of items numbering in the hundreds that need cataloging. So I guess I’m grateful that this artist never felt the need to send in everything they made.