Due to forces beyond my control (thank you, technology), I am still in between gigs. I’ve visited the Old Hometown and have written up a storm. I’ve done editing work for my friends’ creative endeavors. I have no more excuses. I have to clean up my office. Among other things, there are some important documents I need to lay my hands on.
I have the organizational sense of a two year old on crack. I lose important documents with a regularly that frightens me. But I’ve learned a few things in my thirty-mumble years. When I first went freelance I presented myself with the following challenge:
Get everything in a place so that you can find random documents, whether it was a poem draft from college or a utility bill from a few months ago.
And let me tell you, comrades, I succeeded. But that was four years ago. I learned that I needed to have everything visible: a full shelf of magazine files, labeled. I have office supplies in fifteen little drawers, boxes, cups, and containers around my office because I don’t mind taking an extra two minutes to find binder clips and I have structurally unsound coffee mugs that I am emotionally attached to.
Old notebooks are in the back of my closet where no one will go. Unused notebooks are on a shelf awaiting my brilliance. It’s not Homes and Gardens, but I can see my floor. I never found the important document (eek, trying not to think about that), but I found some old poem drafts, a few letters, and a great picture of my dad. I can locate the style guide for a former client, the license for my dog, and my notebooks from grad school in thirty seconds or less.
Anyone want to place a bet on how long that will last?