*absently stabs colleague*

Now, i will confess to being extremely disorganised. I will confess to being messy. I know my mess is horrible and impenetrable and truly vile and I apologise to all who have to deal with my piles of paper.

BUT I do not expect other people to deal with my mess.

So, dear colleague, when you send me an email saying "XXXXX file is in the manila folder in my office" and I arrive in your office I do NOT expect to find huge mountains of manila folders precipitously touching the ceiling. Am I supposed to psychically know which of the dozens of folders this is?

Thankfully secretaries have arcane powers to find things.


*is spurred to clean up desk*