Back when I worked for the County, my desk was legendary for its apparent chaos. The truth, however, was far more interesting — what looked like chaos was really a quite subtle and sophisticated organizational system. I could find anything on my desk, despite the towering stacks.
Now that I’m a solo, I can’t say I’m much different, but I have learned that there’s something to be said for a clear desk when it comes to “clear mind” thinking. So, every so often the desk will get cleaned off and I’ll enjoy the spartan look for a day or two — until the towers reappear.
I’m happy, therefore, to read this from Web Worker Daily, suggesting that messy-deskers like me are healthier, psychologically speaking. Whether it’s true or not, I can’t say. I suspect as with most things that the optimal state is something in the middle – a recognition of the importance of keeping things in order, but without the slavish devotion to perfection that the linked-to article references.
I’m definitely a clean-desk type, but I know not to mess with other people’s desks. A long time ago in a galaxy far far away I was a young secretary, and I decided to clean my boss’ desk while he was on vacation. Because at heart he was a very kind man he did not fire me upon his return, but I don’t think he ever quite forgave me. One of the things I like about being a solo is that the only person who puts things on my desk is my husband, and even he is careful to put stuff on the corner of the desk, in a neat little pile.
Hey Grace – thanks for stopping by!
I can relate. My policy is: touch my desk and we’re gonna have a little “come to Jesus” talk (as they say down here).
Nothing like a well-trained spouse, though. I commend you!