The date is January 13, 2011. Bite Me.
January 10 was National Clean off Your Desk Day. January is National Get Organized Month. If you’re like me, you’re 85% I Care Not in response to this information. However, a treacherous 15% is ‘Gosh, it is the start of a new year. Maybe I should tidy up a bit.’
Listen to me. Listen. Ignore the 15% [via Deutschland über Elvis]:
In a brilliant stroke of post-modernism, the day was first declared by a leader of the Professional Day-Declaring Community.
This intrigued me. No, scratch that. It pissed me off.
Every bit of evidence I’ve read shows that people with fire-hazard desks are at least as productive as their neat-freak counterparts, if not moreso.
When others confronted him about his famously messy desk, Einstein posed a question: If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is an empty desk a sign of?
If you’re nodding your head in agreement, today is your day. If you’re rolling your eyes or shuddering in disgust at the thought of clutter ...
Brief review. On the one hand, there are messy people. We have a quote from Albert Einstein and an official logo. On the other hand, we have the people who wrinkle their noses and exclaim “How in the world can you find anything?” What do they have?
Wow. You know, the sound of those papers, folders, envelopes and books, inter-layered with pens, sticky notes, Legos* and plastic ants† all getting to know each other better on my desk is mighty loud when the neato torpedos don’t have anything to say. Hark! I do believe I hear that neat Japanese candy wrapper I saved flexing as the atmospheric pressure in the room changes.
Now that the anti-FUNdamentalists have gone off to make sure everyone is using the right fork or whatever, please join me in reciting the International Day to Bite Me pledge:
Is someone dicking you around? Is your day filled with petty people tut-tutting you at every turn? Through no fault of your own, do you find yourself marching to someone else’s tune? Strike back against the petty tyrants and oxygen thieves. For one day, let them kiss your sweet, fragrant buttcheeks.
Feel free to debate Order v. Chaos in the comments. Anyone who mentions the latest episode of Hoarders can just ... You know.
*Because it’s my desk. Don’t like? Don’t look.
† See above.
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