As I mentioned here a few times before, I, like my lovely wife, have hoarding "behaviours". I think one of the things that fascinates and terrifies me about Hoarders and similar is that I'm not SUPER far away from being one of them.
Because we both want to collect ALL THE THINGS, Katr and I try to get rid of things regularly and keep a fairly clutter-free home. I feel that we have largely succeeded, except in a few areas. One of those areas is my horrific work area.
I once slept under a pile of clean laundry for 3 months, so it often takes awhile for clutter to get to me. But last week, I totally snapped and vowed that if I only did ONE THING this Victoria Day long weekend, it would be cleaning off my goddamn desk.
I only did one thing this Victoria Day weekend. And here is the evidence.
"Before" photos of my work area, with accompanying feelings.
OMG I HATE EVERTHING
WHY CAN'T I WRITE A CHEQUE WITHOUT KNOCKING A BOX OF ENVELOPES OVER ON TO THE DOG FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG.
After:
Mmmmmm.
Flowers.
