It has been a little while since I last cleaned my office. It never ceases to amaze me how the stacks of paper grow. They seem to take on a life of their own - and they were slowly evicting me from my own office. Nothing a couple of hours of round filing can’t fix. I find myself chuckling (to myself - there’s no one else around) because it would go much faster if I were able to part with more of my “important” papers. In my cleaning furry, I found some papers that I had set aside from the last time I cleaned. I set them aside because they needed immediate attention.
And there they were, a month or more later, right where I left them - except now engulfed by one of those super-animated aforementioned piles. These tasks were not, apparently, as critical as I once presumed. The world did not come apart at the seams and the sky did not fall. The whole Iraq catastrophe predates these piles, so I can safely say that wasn’t due to inattention on my part.
I am the worst file keeper in the world. I have a few critical papers that I usually know where they are, but when it comes to the everyday filing… well, I think perhaps it’s supposed to be done everyday. Fortunately when it comes to my work I don’t need to worry too much about my own records except for contact information - and for that I have my BlackBerry and Mac. Actually, my Mac does a dandy job of cataloging my past work as well.
The clutter does not trouble me per se; I usually get the itch to organize when it becomes more and more difficult to find what I need. Simple things, like a pen, or my stapler… once in a while it’s more important things - like my wallet. This time I didn’t hit one of those moments of pure frenzy when I need something not now, but right now - and I can’t find it. That’s usually what it takes and sometimes more than once. This time, I didn’t let it get that bad and I’m not sure why.
Now if I could only find my keys…