Sober and Disorderly

One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.
- AA Milne

I am not now, nor have I ever been a member of the neat freaks.

Disorderly, disheveled, discombobulated, and pretty much all of the other "dis's" can be applied to me in some fashion or the other.

I made a "discovery" yesterday just like Pooh's creator. Actually it really comes under the "miracle of filing." I almost never file anything. Usually some soul who is highly organized and can't stand my entropy will eventually put my stuff in folders (even folders with labels!) in a file cabinet. Now I hate this and mourn for days that I can't find anything and worry that something important was discarded.

Anyway, I had been looking for some information that was 12 years old that I thought would be the magic bullet for the problem I was trying to solve. Yesterday I was looking through everything trying to find the directions on how to change a name on our phones when I found a file containing the info I needed. It was in a folder with a label. Of course, I had figured it would be in the middle of some pile or another. I did a little happy dance and then discovered that it really wasn't that helpful.

Oh, by the way, I wasn't so lucky at finding the phone instructions. I'll probably come across them while looking for something else.

I actually like having to go back through stacks of stuff. Since I pretty much keep everything, it's like a walk down memory lane. It's time consuming and a perfect pastime for a procrastinator.

Sometime in the future (if I find an appropriate quote) I'll tell you about the time my boss cleaned my office. She even cleaned out my desk drawers. Oh, the trauma of it all…

Later