As much as possible I try to avoid going in to work on the weekends. Although there’s something wonderfully seductive about getting a few things done without any one else around, I figure it’s really important to have a couple of days away from the place each weekend. No one’s going to their grave saying “I wish I spent more time at work”. But today I went in to work with one mission in mind: to clean up my office.
A combination of general untidiness on my part, and the recent inheritance of several large boxes of “crap” (yes, I said it) from my old office has left my office barely fit for human inhabitation over the last few weeks. You wouldn’t believe how many books and CDs I receive each week, and on top of that there’s all of those old, no longer important files. Boxes and boxes and boxes of stuff that I really no longer need. And, as I said, I’m a pretty untidy individual by nature.
So today I went in with one purpose in mind: to restore some sense to my office. To go through the books and CDs and see what I should keep, an what could find another home somewhere. To go through those three filing cabinets I have and to do a really big cull. And to have a look at the paperwork in that overflowing inbox (none of it was important, as I had everything electronically anyway) and try and make some sense of it.
After a couple of hours there’s still a bunch of stuff I still need to go through, but I’m feeling a sense of self-satisfaction that, at last, I made a good effort to try and restore some sense of sanity and control about the vast amount of junk that was taking up too much space. Mission accomplished!