As is my habit, my desk at work has been accumulating cruft for quite a while, and it’s finally reached critical mass. Time for me to clean it up before the gravitational well generated by all the junk threatens to suck me in forever. I tend to be a packrat — I hate to throw anything away. To me, a “filing system” is a pile of printouts, arranged chronologically. Which is to say, whatever I looked at most recently is on top of the pile.
At work, I take to heart that old saying, “A clean desk is a sure sign of a sick mind.” But sometimes, it gets too messy, even for me, and I have to nuke everything and start over. At home, I’m a little neater. Susan is much more organized than I am. It’s started to rub off on me a little. That’s probably a survival instinct on my part. If I tried to maintain my sloppy habits to their fullest, she’d surely kill me.
