On Friday last week, I posted a story about what the messiness of our desks may signify. In that post, I talked some trash about those people who have clean desks, but I also promised to come in over the weekend to clean my own.
I’m not sure I spotted the conceptual bind into which I was about to place myself.
Sure enough, last Saturday I cleaned my desk—quite well, I’ll add—and now I am in that category of folks I had belittled. Hmm. Bad planning.
Among my promises was this one: I would post a photo of my clean desk. First, here is the original version:
And here is the new and clean version:
(Click to enlarge both of the panoramic photos.)
OK, I’ve fulfilled my promise to clean, but I feel pretty naked doing so. I just can’t get past my prejudice that a clean desk is an oddity, a tidy cry for help. Give me a little time, and I’m sure I’ll rectify this squeaky-clean problem sooner than you’d guess.
Have a great—and occasionally messy—Thanksgiving!Follow @azatty