Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Enemy thy name is paper clutter

I am surrounded by mounds of paper. It doesn't seem to matter how many trips to the recycle bin I make there is always another pile of paper to sort through and decide what to do with it.

Bank statements - why do I still get these when I signed up for paper free correspondence?
TV License - it says you need to keep record of it, but where do I put it?
Cards - how long is it appropriate to keep a card on the mantle. Is it bad protocol to then throw it in the recycle bin or must one hang on to it forever?
Take-Away Flyers - one of these days I will order a curry, but from where?
Local free paper - I really should sit down and read it to familiarise myself with my community

Then there are the bits and pieces of things you pick up while out and about. The business card of the funky furniture place, the brochure from the exhibition at the gallery I was just at, the magazine from the Tate.

I was good for a while there. Making the instant decision the moment the item was in my hand but part of the issue is the things I must keep (pension scheme documentation, employment contracts, lease etc) I don't really know where to keep these. I really should get a proper file cabinet or something of that sort, but that's just one more thing I really don't have anywhere to keep at the moment (next flat).

When I moved to Edinburgh I did one really large purge as I didn't want to move a bunch of useless paper. But in the 7 months I've been here it seems to have followed me here as I look at the pile in my window seat in my bedroom.

But sorting through piles of paper is not high on my list of things to do when the sun is shining outside. But then when its dark, cold and rainy I don't really want to do it then either.

Someone needs to create an Annual Paper Sorting Day, maybe it should be me? Hmmm, any suggestions out there as to what day would be a good one?


D J E and M Huber said...

TV license? You need a license to watch TV over there?

Anonymous said...

I have occasional moments where I hear Oprah screaming in my head "de-clutter your life!" Usually happens when I've decided to prepare my tax return at the very, very last minute and I can't find anything. I also have business cards from all the restaurants/bars/clubs I've patronised over the years and with some of them gone I can't part with them, but of what real use are they other than being a general mess? I bought one of those expanding file keepers for a couple of bucks which I keep under my bed for all the stuff I need (I couldn't believe you need a TV license either...) and that's been fantastic. And one of those business card boxes for my cards. No more involuntary Oprah moments.

DaviMack said...

Ahh, I sympathize, as I sit here looking at bank statements in a heap which, until it topples, will remain upon the corner of my desk. Bills on another corner. And ... other stuff. Sigh.

Anonymous said...

Not to worry, it's genetic! My mother (your grandmother) had a bad case of save-it-at-all-cost-you-never-know-when-you-might-need-it - itis. She assured me that her mother had it too. Both your aunts and your uncle have it and curse the family genes regularly! Why could we not have inherited a simpler, kinder, less-cluttered gene, like the "I love to houseclean, or I live to garden" gene that some of our friends have.. BIG SIGH.

Kristina said...

How about in our "next life". lol And what the heck is a TV license?