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out_thereChecked email at 10.15am while covering reception.
Checked it again at 11am, while covering reception.
Checked it again at 1pm, while covering reception. Replied to LJ comments at 1pm, even though I wasn't technically on lunch yet. Posted to LJ (now), even though I'm not on lunch.
Not too bad.
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I spent the morning clearing my desk. Imagine a large desk, covered in files and bits of paper. Now, reduce the organisation factor by a third, and increase the mess factor by five. You probably now have a fairly accurate mental picture of my desk at work.
Now, I have six neat stacks of files, a pile of paper on a to do list (with, may I point out, a summary sheet *listing* the things I have to do), and a list of the files on my desk and why they're on my desk. (I still have a pile of paper about two inches thick to go through and sort, but I'm sick of it now.)
Basically, it's a heck of a lot more organised than it's been over the last six months. There's even desktop space!
However, better than that, I found a post-it note sitting behind one of the many messy stacks. It's not in my handwriting, so that's why I never knew about it, but guess what? My phone? one of the few in the office that doesn't have a direct line? Has a direct outside line! Woo!
Seriously, at lunch, I'm going to have to call Mum and let her know. (She doesn't call me at work, because she doesn't want to give the receptionist the wrong impression, but now... my own direct phone number!) Yes, I *am* ricidulously pleased by this.
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*sigh* I'd like to write, but I have no real ideas. Instead, I'm going to catch up on LJ, and then maybe, finish typing up my list of files.
Checked it again at 11am, while covering reception.
Checked it again at 1pm, while covering reception. Replied to LJ comments at 1pm, even though I wasn't technically on lunch yet. Posted to LJ (now), even though I'm not on lunch.
Not too bad.
***
I spent the morning clearing my desk. Imagine a large desk, covered in files and bits of paper. Now, reduce the organisation factor by a third, and increase the mess factor by five. You probably now have a fairly accurate mental picture of my desk at work.
Now, I have six neat stacks of files, a pile of paper on a to do list (with, may I point out, a summary sheet *listing* the things I have to do), and a list of the files on my desk and why they're on my desk. (I still have a pile of paper about two inches thick to go through and sort, but I'm sick of it now.)
Basically, it's a heck of a lot more organised than it's been over the last six months. There's even desktop space!
However, better than that, I found a post-it note sitting behind one of the many messy stacks. It's not in my handwriting, so that's why I never knew about it, but guess what? My phone? one of the few in the office that doesn't have a direct line? Has a direct outside line! Woo!
Seriously, at lunch, I'm going to have to call Mum and let her know. (She doesn't call me at work, because she doesn't want to give the receptionist the wrong impression, but now... my own direct phone number!) Yes, I *am* ricidulously pleased by this.
***
*sigh* I'd like to write, but I have no real ideas. Instead, I'm going to catch up on LJ, and then maybe, finish typing up my list of files.
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Date: 2004-04-20 04:18 am (UTC)It's not self control if you're busy.
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