Health Risk!
I knew it! Getting organized is dangerous. For some unexplainable reason, a random wave of *gasp* clean-freakiness washed over me yesterday. No, it didn’t simply wash over—it nearly drowned me. Before I realized what was happening, I’d straightened my desk, picked up some piles in the workroom (we can actually walk in there now—that’ll be fun), and trashed enough useless paperwork to raise some eyebrows of the green-planet-people. (But I’m not scared. Bring it, Al Gore!)
While I struggled for air in the sudden sea of orderliness, I found myself unpacking boxes of copy paper, stacked in the hallway for months, and actually putting the reams into the cabinets—where they belong! Mind you, there was no real reason to remove them. They’ve been comfortably nestled next to the box of Christmas decorations since January. We just grab whatever size, shape or color we need from the boxes and go on. And every week, the UPS guy brings us more. What a life! (And the man in Brown knows better than to mention my mess!)
I should have known better. After several minutes of heaving Hammermill’s heft, blood pressure pounded my temples. I began sucking in short, shallow breaths. Just when I realized I was likely on the verge of a stroke or heart attack—boom!—it happened. I broke a nail.
You scoff? Just because I’ve allowed my body mass to escalate to the size of a small ski slope doesn’t mean I don’t take pride in my manicure. O/U people do have standards, you know. Besides, I’m not writing this for the benefit of those with alphabetized CD racks. I felt the need to alert my fellow train wrecks. (Tell me I’m not the only one!)
Consider yourself warned. If the tidiness tide carries you out to deep water, sharks are the least of your worries. Organizational attempts can be hazardous to your health!
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