Unclogged

The mess at Mother Station must have been THAT bad if management had to declare November 2 and 3 as official clean-up days. Anyway, I agree that our area at Tech had been in a "creative, frantic chaos" for the longest time.

It took me nerves of steel to dump nine years worth of documents into garbage bags, scanning papers by the bunch for any sign of value or worth. My first pile ate up the whole morning, with the nagging thought of accidentally throwing away precious notes (like "Leo, use this format from now on" or "Do not use this!" or "Good work. You deserve a raise"-something-like-that-yeah-right-dream-on).

But no, people change and so does this organization.

By mid-day I cast all worries and loosened my grip on old documents and notes. In no time I was rid of over half the papers in my work area. There's much left to be done, but I say it was good enough for one day.

It was exhilirating and liberating -- throwing away all the mess with reckless abandon. I could get used to it. In fact, I just finished cleaning up our Kampo hideout, and threw (or rather, packed in black plastic bags) a LOT.

I hope the basureros (or rather, their kids) will find use to what's inside those black plastic bags. ^_^

Advance Merry Christmas!

Tsk. I need a bigger box...