Filing

NaBloPoMo Day 3

Whether it’s stuffing reams of paper into places where they can be easily found and retrieved, or it’s putting electronic files on a hard drive or external media in some sort of logical order, we’re never going to get away from the concept of filing.  And for a person like me, who breaks out in hives at the thought of filing… well, that just pretty much sucks.

I recently finished going through two crates of papers in an attempt to find some specific papers my realtor wants.  Most of it should be shredded.  (You can’t just throw old papers away anymore, people!  The devil will steal your soul!  Um, or something like that.  Maybe someone will steal your identity?)  Why the hell do I still have all that paper?  Because I hate filing, that’s why.  It’s much better to just dump it all in a crate or a box, and never think about it again.  Except, sadly, it isn’t.  The specific papers that my realtor wants were not in either crate.  They weren’t in the pile of papers on my desk that I cleaned off last week.  That means I either threw them away (fat chance… throwing things away is a form of filing) or they are in one of the boxes of stuff I tucked up in the attic when we had our open house last month.

If you never hear from me again, you’ll know I went into the attic.