While I'm a charter member of the clean plate club, my work desk does not get the same distinction.
It's a combination of things. Most of my days tend to be one long interruption. I don't have the opportunity to file things or even stack them in to a neat pile before I get called away.
My desk also becomes a dumping spot of things that no one knows what to do with - toss it Nora's desk, she'll take care of it. I also have coworkers that are fond of printing out the e-mails that I sent them and giving them to me.
I've come to terms with the fact that I can't keep a clean desk, yet I'm very methodical with projects. It might look like hell in production, but the finished product is always stellar.
While I don't fancy myself as an Albert Einstein, I love what he had to say about desks:
- If a cluttered desk signs a cluttered mind, Of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?
When I'm done with a project, I tend to put it on the floor so when I get up I can take it to the proper place.
Today I've gotten a ton of paperwork done.
You can tell by the floor.