Over the last three days I helped a client in Brisbane to get 5 m3 of rubbish out of her storage units at Kennard’s. That plus 3 m3 for charities and 2 m3 to actually take home and use.
We created a whole shelf for e bay items – including a box with packaging material and pre paid envelopes. There now is a “his” and “her” shelf a fold up table to work at and a shredder – ready to get rid of more paperwork.
She now has an inventory – which sounds more than it is: it’s a list of items they have in the store room, a description of the location and a  picture of the storeroom labeled with their items.
This morning before heading upstairs to the store cubicle I had a chat to the Kennard’s manager (who was getting increasingly suspicious of two females wheeling one trolley after the other into the loading zone – giggling and carrying on, taking photos of rubbish???!!!!!)
I told him of my opinion, that storage places shouldn’t be necessary at all – because I strongly believe, that once stuff gets into your offsite storage room, you might as well toss it straight away and save yourself some serious money. Wasn’t impressed, the manager, but my client agreed. So off we went to gather some more rubbish and do some more therapeutic shredding. Because it’s not just 3701, there is also 3704. But this client is on a roll, and I am positive I don’t have to fly to Brisbane to accomplish mission 3704

Every bathroom had its own theme: built environment, space, ocean, rainforest. The main colours used in the murals reflected those of the new partitions.
I refined my workshop skills over the course of the weeks and the results where brilliant. With help of the whole school community, teachers, parents we eventually finished more than 50 lineal meters of very colorful tiling.

This was a little different organising project – but different is good and I learnt a lot:
Last year I was asked to be part of a toilet refurbishment team for a primary school which had secured funds from the state government. To get the kids accountable for their own toilets we decided to get them as involved as possible and so we conducted workshops with every single class to teach them how to make mosaics from broken tiles. I thought 14 classes over a couple of weeks. We made them aware that famous Architect had done brilliant things with tiles. There are public toilets in the north of Auckland which are a tourist attraction. http://www.pbase.com/philinnz/kawakawa_toilets And Antonio Gaudi last century in Barcelona http://www.barcelona-tourist-guide.com/en/gaudi/park-guell.html

This is a business blog, right? I should really promote my business, not just post my children’s creative writing. So here it is:
Did you know it takes 750 hours of face to face organising to become an AAPO Accredited Expert Organiser? Also loads of Professional Development and volunteer work in the industry.
I just passed my Accreditation and decided to put my prices up from the 15th of July. So if you want to take advantage of the 2008 prices: ring now and book!!!

The next morning we went to the announcing of the people who qualified to undergo serious training for the Olympics. There were only 10 spots and there were 50 competitors. So there wasn’t a big chance that I would get into the top 10. There only one to go there wasn’t much chance for me to get in. “And our last qualifier Thomas Beetlejuice.” What were the chances of that I had made it into the training team for the Para Olympics. Training begun the next morning I was so full of energy that I felt like an electric fence. The Winter Para Olympics were coming up in nine months. So we didn’t have much time to get ready for them. Every day was just hard training and strict eating. But it seemed to make me and my fellow qualifies fitter. This routine was strictly kept for eight months.

Then we got ready to go to Vancouver. 24 hours later we were in Vancouver getting used to the Para Olympic village. There finally the day had come the Para Olympics were starting in a few minutes the opening had been marvellous and defiantly something to see. There they had started the first competition was one kilometre sprint skiing. I got ready for it the next day excitement bubbling in me like a cauldron of hot oil. All my competitors looked well trained and fit. But some were part of my group I had qualified in.
“Boop!” That was the start of the first event in the Winter Para Olympics. It was amazing to compete against people as good as me. But I had to keep my mind on the race and watch out for the guy who had knocked me over the first time. I was holding my position for most of the race only sometimes getting into first place. “There was the finish line! “Was there anyone to knock me over?” “No I don’t think so.” So I went ahead and used all I had got to get to first place. I was only a few metres away from first place. “Would I make it?” I had to try.
And then it was over I had no idea if I had beaten the person in front of me. The judges were working it out with the electric timer that had recorded our time. “And the winner of the 2010 Winter Para Olympic one kilometre sprint is …” There was a pause. Everything was eerily quiet.” Thomas Beetlejuice and Colin Smith. From Australia and England.” I had won I couldn’t believe it. I had actually won in the Winter Para Olympics. I stood on the podium and thought that I would burst at the slightest touch. I was filled not with air but with pride.