The universe loves entropy. It’s the final state of everything if given enough time. This seems eerily familiar to those of us with messy desks and cars.
Can I justify the mess because ‘creatives’ are just born this way? I’m intelligent, and that too is an indicator that I may be prone to slovenliness. Does a messy desk equal genius? According to Cosmo, yes, so it must be true :O
I think being messy is a choice first and foremost. I am prone to this because cleaning and organizing do not excite me whatsoever. I’ve always got things to plan out, reading to catch up on and a million and one other things to do. But cleaning up is necessary simply because of the entropy I mentioned.
My desk’s level of entropy is quite high from time to time, but not so bad that papers wander off. They have their places and no one touches them except me. The entropy in-between my ears causes me to sometimes forget where exactly I put things that’s all.
But the real estate business is not hard in an administrative way. The forms we use are standard and the processing of agreements is typically routine. It’s primarily electronic these days although I do keep paper back-ups as well. These are kept in separate folders far away from the chaos.
So most of the mess on my desk comes from somewhere else. It is the end result of marketing, doing Open Houses and searches for properties. These things generate a lot of paper. The recycling bin beside me was empty 3 months ago. My Epson Eco-tank printer has gone through 3700 sheets of paper and it isn’t a year old yet.
Being busy and entropy go hand in hand. I come home many nights after dinner and drop the day’s work on my desk. Next day I’m out again with the same clients or new ones and the process repeats. Other times it’s a scramble to get out the door. I’m busy shaving or brushing my teeth while the printer is doing its thing, and fingers crossed nothing goes wrong!
The same can be said for receipts. I buy a lot of stuff for my business at stores, in person. What’s the easiest quickest place to put stuff; the centre console glovebox of my car of course! Come tax time it’s full and I fill a grocery bag bringing it in the house.
Anyway, my taxes are done and my desk is reasonably clean again. I’ve battled chaos inside the house in my office and downstairs in the the man cave as well. The car is another matter entirely. The warm sunny days of late with the sunroof open bathe my dashboard in blinding light and all I see is dust and dirty windows. There’s motes of entropy everywhere! I’d better get cleaning….