Looking back at the many changes in my life over the last few years, one’s been sticking out like a sore thumb to me recently.
Since when have I become obsessed with being organized?
My apartment is spotless. This has never happened in a place where I live…ever.
My desk at work is clean every night, even though since we finished shooting and the ADs no longer need to use it at night, it’s not necessary.
We’re moving a lot of stuff around at work, and nothing makes me happier than making a room as efficient and organized with everything as easily accessible as possible.
I partially blame Lifehacker, a tremendously useful little site that’s got thousands of tips on how to get your ass organized but quick. It’s great, but I’ve gotten addicted to trying out all their little productivity ideas.
I’m not to the point where I’m reading other “organizational porn” like 43 Folders or, God forbid, the Getting Things Done system they relentlessly flog. But the mere fact that I know what these things are is somewhat disturbing.
What the hell is wrong with me?!