Wednesday, June 24th, 2009
Blogged at the PI yesterday, http://blog.seattlepi.com/adventuresinsnohomish/archives/172054.asp
The whole concept of “A Clean Desk is the Sign of a Sick Mind” thing has always intrigued me. Of course, it’s just an excuse for a messy desk, but sometimes I wonder. I never have managed a clean desk. Piles of paper, the odd shoe, random notes tacked to the cubie walls, and half-eaten __________ (fill in the blank with bagel, doughnut, banana bread, chips, soup, salad, pizza depending on the time of day). Sometimes I could find things, sometimes not so much.
On the other hand, this house is neat and tidy. It usually is, unless too many people, dogs, cats, bats, spiders, fish, etc. invade the space. Well, except Nick’s room, which is where half-empty water bottles go to die.
And then there’s my office. Remember that I have, at any given moment, four or five art projects, six or seven jewelry projects, and a dozen writing projects. Unlike my office environment, working for myself doesn’t come with a Project Management department. Just my brain, and we already know that’s wired weird. (Hey, look – “wired” and “weird” – an anagram). Just proves my point.
Nothing wrong here...
Windchime and ceiling fan
You will note that my “desk” the computer cabinet is actually clean. That’s because I don’t use it for anything!’
Clean is overrated. If my office was actually clean, I wouldn’t have a post today…