of filing systems,. . .
Sep. 26th, 2003 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pyrsandponiesSo, I firmly believe that messy desks can be useful. But I also find it very frustrating sometimes. I LOATHE filing, with a passion that probably goes back to my first ever real job, which was as a filing clerk for my Dad's company. I was only in for 2 hours after school, 2 days a week. And it often felt like the filing was NEVER done between times (I'm sure it was, but I was 14 and felt the world revolved around me and was out to get me). So, paper tends to stack on my desk, and on the filing cabinet next to it. And on the floor. . . And there are a stack of magazines on my kitchen table. . . And you get the drift.
But I also LOVE filing. hey, this is my journal, I am allowed to be contradictory!. I love the order, the tidyness. The way you can find things when you are looking for them. The logic of it all. I also find I tend to deal with administrative tasks much better -- and in a way timelier fashion so I procrastinate on reconciling my bank statements. Sue me! if things are filed well. In fact, if things are NOT organized, I'll often spend useful work time organizing them. It is productive procrastination, and I recognize this. But it is part of my pattern and I accept this. I go on filing binges. I am not, I am learning, a terribly balanced person in most aspects of my life. I do things all out, or not at all. I am working on this, but, well, like the filing, it is a work in progress!
This meander through my disorganized psyche has been brought to you by the fact that I just went looking for an article I wanted. The file folder for it was in the cabinet. The article was not in the folder. I found it quickly enough in the stack of "currently maybe-sort-of relevant articles" *on* the filing cabinet which doubles as a mini-credenza. But it nonetheless precipitated this ramble.
Oh, and speaking of procrastination, I should get back to work. Since the tack shop is coming this afternoon to do a saddle fitting, and I will therefore NOT be working, but rather playing. And Mom and I are going on a ride in Peachland tomorrow (we hope, it will depend how the saddle fitting goes!), so I need to finish up some work. But life is good. I think I am making progress on the diss. It is slow, but it is coming. . . .
And it is a PERFECT Indian Summer1 day here. low to mid 20s (Celcius, that is 80s, I think, in farenheit). Sunny, a few wispy clouds. Just beautiful.
1 The weather-caster on CBC this morning used the phrase, which I hadn't thought of in a while well,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
electricland used it the other day, but it didn't strike me until today and the CBC broadcaster preceded the term by saying "it is what we would call, in the old terms, a perfect Indian Summer day." It struck me, because I had never really connected the term, which was a standard one throughout my childhood, with politically correct language, but of course, it *IS* a term that can be read as loaded. Or as innocuous. Made me think. Which is, after all, why I listen to CBC, and NOT Power 104 (previously known as "The Lizard.")
Ok. back to work now.
But I also LOVE filing. hey, this is my journal, I am allowed to be contradictory!. I love the order, the tidyness. The way you can find things when you are looking for them. The logic of it all. I also find I tend to deal with administrative tasks much better -- and in a way timelier fashion so I procrastinate on reconciling my bank statements. Sue me! if things are filed well. In fact, if things are NOT organized, I'll often spend useful work time organizing them. It is productive procrastination, and I recognize this. But it is part of my pattern and I accept this. I go on filing binges. I am not, I am learning, a terribly balanced person in most aspects of my life. I do things all out, or not at all. I am working on this, but, well, like the filing, it is a work in progress!
This meander through my disorganized psyche has been brought to you by the fact that I just went looking for an article I wanted. The file folder for it was in the cabinet. The article was not in the folder. I found it quickly enough in the stack of "currently maybe-sort-of relevant articles" *on* the filing cabinet which doubles as a mini-credenza. But it nonetheless precipitated this ramble.
Oh, and speaking of procrastination, I should get back to work. Since the tack shop is coming this afternoon to do a saddle fitting, and I will therefore NOT be working, but rather playing. And Mom and I are going on a ride in Peachland tomorrow (we hope, it will depend how the saddle fitting goes!), so I need to finish up some work. But life is good. I think I am making progress on the diss. It is slow, but it is coming. . . .
And it is a PERFECT Indian Summer1 day here. low to mid 20s (Celcius, that is 80s, I think, in farenheit). Sunny, a few wispy clouds. Just beautiful.
1 The weather-caster on CBC this morning used the phrase, which I hadn't thought of in a while well,
electricland used it the other day, but it didn't strike me until today and the CBC broadcaster preceded the term by saying "it is what we would call, in the old terms, a perfect Indian Summer day." It struck me, because I had never really connected the term, which was a standard one throughout my childhood, with politically correct language, but of course, it *IS* a term that can be read as loaded. Or as innocuous. Made me think. Which is, after all, why I listen to CBC, and NOT Power 104 (previously known as "The Lizard.")Ok. back to work now.
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Loved your post.
Date: 2003-09-26 07:42 pm (UTC)Mel and I were planning to go to Bellingham last January. I needed my passport. I knew that I had had trouble finding it before and that I had put it somewhere--just no idea where.
I was up until about 3 am looking for it. It was absolutely astounding to me when I found it in my filing cabinet (the last place I looked) in a file labelled, "Passport and birth certificate." Huh. Who would have thought to look there?
I was simultaneously impressed and disgusted with myself. Impressed for being so organized to have actually filed it. Disgusted with myself that I am such a disorganized slob that I was so sure that I couldn't possibly have filed it and didn't remember doing so.
Be proud of your love of filing. If it ever gets to the point where you are desperate to file. I can turn up on your doorstep with boxes and files and you can file to your hearts content!
Indian Summer...I haven't heard that term in a long time. I'd better stop procrastinating and get my cover letters written so I can get out into that sun and get my resumes mailed off!
See ya later!
Re: Loved your post.
Date: 2003-09-27 05:18 am (UTC)Hope you had a great day! I did. Not productive, but great! And I did get SOME work done.