TAMING THE ENEMY

Paper that is.

I'm notorious for my up to date filing process, or lack thereof.  If any employer ever had a complaint about my work, it would have been about my desk and distaste of filing.  Since no one is ever responsible for a fault, I'd have to blame my distaste of filing on my first job.  That company has a file room, complete with three file clerks.  We secretaries never had to file a paper, unless it was a personal one. 

I know how to file, in fact, I have two full file cabinets with the proper folders.  I just don't like to. I avoid it as much as possible.   As a result, every desk I ever used has been piled with paper.  I've managed to convince myself that paper is my enemy.  It has taken quite a long time, but I think I've finally accepted that fact.

This week I've started scanning my bills and statements on my computer as they come in.  Now, I'm able to throw all this paper away.  I'd show you a picture of my office, but I'm embarrassed.  In addition to the piles of paper, there are many sheets on the floor, the result of the cats.

Crash loves to sit on my desk while I'm working/playing and she moves papers around to get comfortable.  In the process, she throws them on the floor.  If I put them on any other flat surface, they also get thrown on the floor when they try to climb or jump up.

Whatever will they do once I get all this paper scanned?  How will they be able to annoy me?