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Last Friday, we were asked to tidy up the flat surfaces in our offices so that facilities could wipe down and dust everything. I cleared off my desk, filing papers, shelving books, stashing pens in the pencil cup, and stashing notepads in a drawer.
My desk is now much less dusty, but it's taken me a decent chunk of the morning to reconstruct the context for what I was working on on Friday. I usually feel a bit bad about how cluttered my desk is, but apparently there is some method in the madness. (My desk at home, on the other hand, is just madness, plain and simple.)
My desk is now much less dusty, but it's taken me a decent chunk of the morning to reconstruct the context for what I was working on on Friday. I usually feel a bit bad about how cluttered my desk is, but apparently there is some method in the madness. (My desk at home, on the other hand, is just madness, plain and simple.)
