As I have mentioned before, my father has a bit of an OCD issue, some characteristics of which I have inherrited. But not anything useful. Just the random stupid things that don’t do me any good.

I am not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination. My desk at work remains cluttered at all times. Every once in a while I’ll clean and organize it enough to find the computer.

On occasion, the clutter grows legs and arms and begins to consume small animals and children. Once it got so bad that we had an employee vanish. Everyone else talks about the mysterious disappearance of Jane Doe, but I know what really happened and swore I would never let it get to that point again. I mean, children are one thing, but that receptionist made the COFFEE RUNS TO STARBUCKS, dammit. Now I have to pick up my own frappuccino. Like, EVERY. DAY. In the words of the ever-elloquent Napoleon Dynamite, GOSH!!!

My mess was really a problem before I had an office, when my desk was in the lobby and everyone who walked past it would lay something of their own on the desk, adding to my personal clutter. One of the women who worked here was totally OCD (and a real control freak) and it drove her insane. She would instruct me about taking 15 minutes before the end of the day to clean my desk. It didn’t take very well (mainly because unlike some people, I actually had WORK to do during the last 15 minutes). Fortunately, she wasn’t around very long and then I got her office, so now people only have to look at my mess if they choose to enter at their own risk. It’s kind of like my own personal firewall.

Anyway, recently I have been on a cleaning/reorganizing kick (hence the previous “bins” conversation). I have no idea where it came from and J has already contacted SETI twice about the aliens who have abducted his wife and replaced her by some sort of organizing droid.

I think it stems from the fact that I pretty much want to redecorate or remodel every part of my house, but can’t afford to redecorate or remodel any part of my house. So I’m reorganizing in an effort to make it look different.

I started with the pantry. As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t cook, so this was virtually uncharted territory to me. Does anybody know how long you can keep brown sugar? Because I’m quite certain I’ve had that tub of it since college. I’m also quite certain that when I filled that tub, it was with flour. I’m guessing that’s a bad sign.

I wish I could just buy new furniture or something to appease my current redecorating craving. That would take so much less effort and would have avoided the problem I’m currently facing, that I seem to have lost my daughter somewhere in the Storage Closet of No Return.

Probably should have stuck to the pantry.

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