And people smirk and shake their heads and make patronizing pat-her-on-the-head ain't-she-cute remarks when I express this fierceness about keeping files in their intended order. Fine. But my theory of filing, which I know is pretty radical, is as follows: It does you no good to file something if you cannot find it later.
Being organized does not, in itself, indicate psychosis or obsession or a lack of a social life. Yeah, 'cause you hear that all the time, right? "Dude, you've got to get more excitement in your life. Like, try misfiling something! That is a blast." In fact, organizational skills give you more of a life, because you get to spend more time having a life and less time bumbling around trying to find your stuff.
So, patronize all you like, but don't come crying to me when you're tearing your hair out because you can't find that contract you know you put somewhere, or you've misplaced your keys for the 400th time.
Did we need further proof that I should become a librarian? Heh.
In other news, I met Sean Astin.
