Clearing the Decks
Dec. 18th, 2013 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smallhobbitI had about an hour at work this afternoon when it was relatively quiet. I'm waiting for some more information before I can finish the thing I was working on - the person who was due to provide it had been distracted by a very large frozen turkey. No-one was particularly surprised.
So I decided it was time to clear my desk. This is one of the things I do periodically before I go on holiday, so approximately every three months. I half filled my bin, throwing out all sorts of things that had been superceded. I filled and emptied the shredder, without dumping too much shredded paper on the carpet. I found things with post-it notes on from my boss saying "please discuss this". They were dated late September, so probably just before I last cleared my desk. Those I filed. We've either dealt with the matters already or it's so long ago that no-one will be able to remember what it was about.
Then I came home, wrote the last of my Christmas cards and filled in a form to apply for compensation for the extremely delayed train journey on Saturday. And having filled in the form I looked at it and realised there are no instructions as to what you are supposed to do with it once it's completed. So I'm sending it to customer services, but I won't hold my breathe.
I really ought to hang the washing up and look at the pile of ironing. And find something to eat. Or I could stay where I am for a bit longer.
So I decided it was time to clear my desk. This is one of the things I do periodically before I go on holiday, so approximately every three months. I half filled my bin, throwing out all sorts of things that had been superceded. I filled and emptied the shredder, without dumping too much shredded paper on the carpet. I found things with post-it notes on from my boss saying "please discuss this". They were dated late September, so probably just before I last cleared my desk. Those I filed. We've either dealt with the matters already or it's so long ago that no-one will be able to remember what it was about.
Then I came home, wrote the last of my Christmas cards and filled in a form to apply for compensation for the extremely delayed train journey on Saturday. And having filled in the form I looked at it and realised there are no instructions as to what you are supposed to do with it once it's completed. So I'm sending it to customer services, but I won't hold my breathe.
I really ought to hang the washing up and look at the pile of ironing. And find something to eat. Or I could stay where I am for a bit longer.
