I’m determined to make some progress this week. Yesterday I cleared one small corner of the office/gameroom, and while that corner looks much better, the room still looks awful. I think that I should work my way around the room to get it done. However, if it takes three hours to clear/organize four feet of space, this is going to take forever. It’s a little depressing. This often happens to me. I get going on an organization project and then I do the math to realize how long it is actually going to take to fix the entire mess and it seems pointless. It makes me want to quit, and often I do.
If I’m working my way around the room, my desk is next. You’ve seen my desk. It’s scary. And it gets cluttered so quickly. Ugh.
I have to do this. I know my desk is bad, but that just means that if I can get it done, it will make a huge difference in the room.
Remember how I like to blame inanimate objects? I’m blaming this desk for its mess. It has entirely too many places to shove things for a person like me to be able to handle. The natural progression of my complaint is that I need a different desk. If only I had a different desk, I would be organized.
So the empty printer-ink cartridge would have been disposed of properly if I had a different desk? A different desk would have taken the alphabet magnet back to the kitchen two years ago? Another desk would have stopped me from buying more than I needed of those “bargain” invitation-type printer paper? It would have had a robotic arm to sort and file all the important papers?
I know I’m being pathetic right now. I’m going to stop whining and get to work. Hopefully I’ll have a Tackle it Tuesday post to show a much neater desk.
I say “hopefully” but I know that hoping doesn’t clean my house. I do.