It Can Happen to You, The Misorganizations of Joe

This is the sage of Joe, the office guy. unprejudiced a collected, ordinary fellow, who was lifeless and simply a messy pig in his office. He never concept it was any immense deal to have things strewn from one corner to another in disarray so terrible that people would conceal their eyes when they walked by.

One day, as Joe arrived at his office, he decided he would recall care of several "to do" items on his list. He did all his personal things from his office as well as business things. The first item on his agenda was paying for his homeowners insurance. He was positive he received that last stare that said cancellation, but was unsure fair where he do all those wrong runt bills and reminders. He opinion and notion. He searched and searched. He was not successful, and finally gave up and decided he would behold for those when he got home, intellectual paunchy well that they were indeed buried somewhere within his stacks of crap in his baskets at work.

He moved on to the next item on his agenda, paying his car payment. Again, I yelp you can guess what happens here... Now perhaps had he filed those bills and reminders neatly in a file folder, he would have known exactly where to go. He always paid his bill online, but he unexcited had to have the bill so he could bag his yarn number from it. Why he never wrote it down on a post-it label, I cannot imagine. Well, no luck with that task either, so he objective set aside it aside for later.

Well now, Joe was thoroughly disgusted at this point. Even more infuriating was the fact that his boss kept bugging him for a characterize that was due the day before. How dare he be so insensitive when terrible Joe was only trying to pay his bills. Is that not why we go to work, to pay our bills? The record, which he HAD actually finished, was lying apt on top of his desk organizer in a red relate cloak when he left last night. Was the red represent conceal calm there? Well, I instruct you can imagine the respond. In actuality, his relate and its red hide were lying on the floor, wedged between the desk and the wall unseen by unpleasant unsuspecting Joe. Now, he would have to redo the entire thing.

His day was not getting any better. Joe got up to go to the bathroom and tripped over a stack of binders. As he fell, he hit his head on the corner of his desk and saw not only stars, but whole galaxies. He was indeed bleeding all over his index cards and paper clips. That was the last straw! He was going home!

He told his boss he was leaving for the day and went out to the lot to retrieve his car. He always parked...... wait.... where the heck was his car? He went wait on inside and the receptionist cooly reported to him that a tow truck had a rendezvous with his car about half an hour ago. It was repossessed! Damn, he should have paid that car payment. Had it not been lost in his basket, that would have happened. He called his friend for a hotfoot home, stewing all the scheme.

Upon reaching his street, he was amazed to come by that the street was blocked by fire trucks. There was a fire stunning halt to his house.... no wait... oh damn... it WAS his house! I can guess what you may be thinking. Uh oh, I guess Joe should have found that homeowner policy and paid that bill.

You can recognize how the consequences of having a messy office have affected Joe. Some simple organization would have went a long plan. The next time you recall a peruse around you and cannot seem to be able to build your hands on something you are obvious is in the stack somewhere, remember the problem of Joe and earn it organized!