Stephani Stephenson on tue 12 feb 02
Susan wrote
In most relationships there are "pilers" and "filers". If someone,
anyone, "files" my "piles"
I lose track of everything, checks are uncashed; bills are unpaid. If
it's out of sight (as
in "filed") it does not exist. We pilers don't hoard things, we simply
put them in places where
WE can find them.
Susan I love your post!
I too am a piler at heart, though I 'file to my own pile' . now I do
manage to keep the tool box tools in the toolbox, the clay tools in the
clay tool boxes, the hanging tools on the rack and the big tools in the
big tool box. Yet there are subcategoies know as piles. I call them
'Toolhenges' .
This is in honor of a 'Far Side' cartoon, which showed a pile of
cigarette butts, the kind where people dump their ashtrays onto a
parking lot , making those little piles of cigarette butts. The cartoon
showed such a pile and called it 'Butthenge'(after Stonehenge of
course).
So at the end of the day I gather up Toolhenge from my work table and
park it safely in the "Great Locked Stash."
I have to admit, though, sometimes when the work gets fast and furious,
piling looses its effectiveness. In this case the filers have it over
the pilers.There must be some formula about the depth or the volume of
the pile exceeding some universally recognized measurement such as a
body part (foot , hand, ???)to measure when piling goes awry.
Anyway, at some point the pile can turn on you. Then it gets into a
matter of degree..."Well I pile, but not like THAT!!!!! I have seen
scary piles that no human brain or entrenching tool could penetrate. So
I would say there are both functioning and dysfunctional pilers. (If
that isn't a silly statement I don't know what is, but you know....)
I too am a visual organizer, though I think my mind is slipping and
pretty soon I will probably have to start labeling and drawing outlines
and pinning notes to my shirt.... big notes written with a big magic
marker....I guess we all have our peculiar combinations of filing and
piling and boundaries. It IS pretty curious!
And in the office I force myself to file, unnatural as it is!
The truth is If you spend time looking for your own damn misplaced
tool, or forget to clean your own damn plaster bucket well, it is
your own damn fault , and you deal with it, annoying comedy tho it may
be.
But when your piles are filed to OTHER'S piles or files, true mental
distress.... O THE HORROR!!!
something about encountering a pilfered pile......
something quite primordial in all this.
Stephani
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