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if I were me

Organizational Deficit

I really should have taken a picture of my desk a couple hours ago, when I reached critical despair about my organizational plan for my office. A trip to the store later, and I am making steadyish progress in repairing the Clutter That Is.

The subdivision's annual yard sale is this week. I am definitely participating. I hope to get rid of many things... Unfortunately, we live at the end of the circle, and when my neighbors don't participate (most years), we don't attract too many folks down this way. When they do, it's steadily busy, not unlike Halloween. But I figure I will spend the downtime gardening, if I get downtime, and call it a day if I don't.

Anyway, that's a few days off, and I still have an organizational deficit. Too many papers. Not enough cubbies. I'm working on it, though. Here's the During shot (a little late for Before):



Also, here's my cat nomming on the aloe plant, until I moved the comfy chair away from the window/plant stand:



...apropos of nothing, but I think it's funny. Or I did once I rescued my plant.
if I were me

In which there are not yet pictures

My father-in-law has spent several afternoons over at our house in the last month, first helping my stepdaughter with the painting of her bedroom, and then helping me in the painting of my office. (Somewhere--I think in my car--is the camera with her bedroom "before" shots. Whether or not they are on there, there is no way to post "afters" of any of it without finding the camera. So, finding the camera--that would be a smart thing.)

I spent quite a lot of time laying out the office, first on graph paper and then on Floorplanner.com. Here's the layout. I cannot explain why the chair looks so enormous and the desk looks so small. It's an overstuffed chair and a half, maybe that's why? But theoretically, the dimensions are right...




Anyway, I may have to retire from the room shortly, as I think the fumes from polyurethaning the windowsill are getting to me. The window was open during all of that, but something in here reeks, and I have a headache. And a huge backload of stuff to sort through.

My big plan is to make sure I load only essentials into the new space. So I am going through all my drawers and bobs and bits, doing a rough sort of stuff I know I can throw out or give away... but I'm also enforcing a strict policy of only bringing in items as I need them. At the end of a month, anything I haven't brought in, I will do another rough sort on, keeping a very critical eye as to what is needed and what is not. I'm not saying a month is the true limit--I could throw out some good stuff, that way.

Interesting to figure out how decorative elements come into play, there... I already feel the barrenness of the walls, so that is going to be one of the first things remedied. And the lighting.

I'm also thinking of moving to a two-drawer file cabinet. *gasp!* Well, hear me out: I will probably keep the four-drawer upstairs for a good year or so, and then really rethink my filing needs. Once upon a time, a file cabinet was the epitome of my ideal of organization. But I do so little on paper now, I can't foresee keeping the monstrosity for it.

I may even go so far as to throw out all the reams of coursepacks and photocopied readings from college. *double gasp!* Honestly, I haven't looked at any of the coursepacks since college (the books: yes; coursepacks: no). Possibly it's a browsability issue. In any case, I work at one of the top ten academic research libraries in the country, and honestly, I don't need to keep a personal file of articles that are rapidly growing outdated in subject areas I probably won't actually revisit directly in fiction.

This is an enormous change/admission/goal for me, btw. Just so you know. I've held onto bits and bobs of paper--scribbled "research" notes and the like--fiercely since I was 13, as though hoarding knowledge against the apocalypse. Come the apocalypse, though, I'd be better off with How to Survive in the Woods and my guides to medicinal and edible plants rather than a description of the alarm calls of vervet monkeys.

I'm just saying.

Anyway, I have to go figure out dinner. And look for my camera some more.

ETA: Figured out the small desk thing. Apparently 23 inches to the program meant the depth of the desk and the chair together. Of course!