Are you Johnny-on-the-spot, right-into-the-filing-drawer with all your paperwork? I didn't think so. Only .00002% * of the population opens the mail, reads or acts on it and files it in the appropriate folder within 10 minutes of receiving it.
If you find that your pile of paperwork is never filed, you may belong to a secret society that affects 42% * of the population. You, my friend, may be a piler.
I, Cheryl Steimel, am a piler. After years of trying to conform, of buying myriad filing systems (I used to work in an office furniture business, so you can imagine the deals I scored on returned and damaged file cabinets. Also, imagine the shame of admitting you're a piler), I had to admit I don't swing that way.
I am a piler. I have piles for real estate notes. I have piles of writing works in progress. I have piles of various unfinished crafts. I have piles of recipes I'll make some day.
I also have a massive desk that looks like it was birthed in WWII. It has one "pencil" drawer (filled with Post-its and index cards), one box drawer (filled with pens and thread), and one file drawer where some paper found a home. The folders are labeled with Post-its sticking up so I can read them.
The top of the desk is an oh-so-inviting flat surface full of - you guessed it - piles. Plus my printer and sewing machine.
The desk fits perfect in my bedroom alcove, but I'm going to remove it and replace it with narrow shelves and as many shallow wicker trays as I can. It's the only solution to the insanity of trying to stay organized.
Are you a filer or a piler?
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* a totally made up statistic