Order in the Office

I like to think of myself as an organized person, especially after The Space Case taught me so many lessons. But the evidence seems to be to the contrary:
Last week I’d had enough. I cleaned my office. Two days later, I went to grab a document from the . . . hmm . . . I honestly had no clue where to look for it other than amidst the piles on top of my desk, but there were no piles on top of my desk.

So I spent an hour tearing my office apart until I finally found it (in a file). On a train ride home from NYC today, I opened The New York Times. Looks like I’m not the only one with this dilemma.