Paper crush

Because I want to do a course that wants to know what my O level results were, I’ve been turning my home upside down to look for my O level certificate.

So far no success. But there are many drawers, cupboards, files and folders to go through yet. I don’t think I could have been so rash as to have thrown it away, although I’ve not been asked even for my graduate certificate after I went into my 3rd job be4 I was 30.

The fourth employer didn’t ask for any supporting educational documents, and neither did my fifth, who incidentally happened to be both my first and 3rd employers. Thereafter I moved between this employer and the fourth employer for a few more musical rounds.

The point is, it’s been a very, very long time that anyone has demanded proof of educational qualifications from me!

Still, the search has yielded a rather surprising amount — think filing cabinets upon filing cabinets — of paper, most of which isn’t worth anything and is taking up a lot of space.

This is especially my safe deposit box in a bank in the heart of town where I started my hunt on the assumption that school and university certificates are important documents and would surely be housed in a secure place.

I was wrong. I didn’t find the certs. Instead, I found inconsequential invoices, receipts, old bank statements, cancelled savings books, cheque book stubs and yes, of course some inexpensive baubles. And to think I’m paying $480 + GST per year to keep that safe deposit box!

I’ve no better luck at home.

I turned up more of what I found in my safe deposit box, plus old letters from a motley of friends and acquaintances, old draft or actual agreements , travel itineries, expired passports, some menus from restaurants I’ve visited here or overseas, faded photos in albums or envelopes, bags and boxes of namecards of people I’ve met once and never again, as well as old Christmas, New Year and birthday cards, for seasons long gone into the mists of time.

Even as my search continues, I’m astounded  by what I’ve squirreled away over the years. Had I been more discerning, I probably wouldn’t have half the rubbish I have today while what’s important — at least what’s needed by officialdom — is nowhere to be found, for the moment.

Lesson for me? Know what’s important from what’s not and discard the junk so that there will be room for what’s precious.

Sigh! I’ve got two more weeks to hit pay dirt, unless all the vacancies are taken up before the closing date.


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