This week we made a hard decision. We decided to postpone the Pole-Pedal-Paddle (P�) competition Boise Weekly was planning for this spring. If you didn't know what P� was then you won't miss it. If you were already training for this unique triathalon, we just gave you at least another year to prepare. We hope to spend a little more effort organizing it for next year.
This week we also moved our office around, another hard decision. We flip-flopped our editorial and advertising departments and for a short while, it was quite a mess. Books, papers, computer cables and long-forgotten food particles littered the floor and desks. It was disgusting. I tried to stay out of the quagmire and remain in my kitchen-office in the back by the garage but occasionally I was coerced out of my hole to assist in reconnecting the network cables to the staff's new desks.
Now I'm not one to complain about messes. My own kitchen-office is quite messy with books, boxes of knick-knacks, stacks of papers and my own old food collection. It is mine to adore and bitch about. I basically know where everything is, but I do have a secret desire. I would love to have a more organized office, some idealized IKEA functionality where everything has its place. But to be organized you have to have time to do so, or an assistant, and that isn't happening anytime soon. My accountant said she gets an assistant before I do.
My mess is a testament to how busy I am. I can't have a perception of organization because there is no time to clean. My truck is just as messy. So is my garage at home. Heck, even our storage unit is in shambles. I don't even have room on my desk to plop down a plate of food I've gotten to go because I have no time for lunch anymore. And these are supposed to be the slow months.
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