Out of One, Many

When it rains, it pours, even deluges. One match can burn down an entire forest. Nothing is as easy as it looks. The clichés are endless. Sometimes I think the same of this project, although it really is to be expected, given the nature of the project. Interestingly enough, it wasn't something directly related to the project that set me off recently. It began as a simple request for a simple item. Somehow it turned into half a dozen little tasks:

"Do we have it?"
"Why, yes, I do believe we have it...somewhere. I shall go look."
[scurries about]
"Did you find it?"
"Uhm, yes, I did find it, as well as that. I shall now deal with it, and that, so I can find it, and that, in the future."
[additional scurrying]
"Goodness, dear, what are you doing?"
"I am attending to organizing it, and that, and that, and that, and that."
"Oh."
[long passage of time filled with scurrying about, milling about, wandering about, plodding about, and the occasional stomping about]
"Dear, do we have...?"
"I HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA!!!!"

Yes, there is great relevance and even greater pertinence to some clichés.