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This is my desk, taken from a shoddy camera phone.

It looks like a mess from afar but I assure you, it looks much worse up close. With my kinda days, I just can’t keep the area neat. So I’ve taken steps, albeit baby steps, to be more organized.

1. Write notes in a notebook, not on post-its that are then scattered around office or follow me home in my bag.

2. Put similar things together, neatly, so that they take up less room. No more tossing rampages.

3. Throw away/recycle shit that isn’t needed. The hard part here is finding the means/time to do it, and a receptable(s) big enough to fit everything.

How long will I hold? How long?

I sit in a cafeteria, enjoying a pre-work blueberry muffin and coffee. Four ladies at the sitting area in front of me get up to leave. One grabs her empty coffee cup and shoots it at the uncovered trash receptacle. She is three feet from her mark. Her aim is off, the cup falls to the right. She retrieves the coffee cup and tries again. She misses. She repeats. Misses again. With a defeated face, she places the cup into the trash and follows her friends out. I hold in a smile and think I am better than her. I am so full of myself sometimes.