I Think My Apartment Was Ransacked
My room, my lifestyle. Well, it’s not really that bad, but you can see it from there. I do have a place for everything and it’s rather orderly, much to everyone’s surprise. I have two places for my dictionaries and other reference books; another spot for magazines, a filing cabinet for articles I’ve written and saved and things you keep in filing cabinets.
My little “studio” for pre-producing the radio program for the blind I do (the final product is in a larger studio) is on another desk; the entertainment center is in one spot and the remotes stay right there and nowhere else. My kitchenette has everything where it should be. But other things … well … that’s what floors are for.
One boss I had long ago kept on me for the condition of my desk, piled high and long with stuff. But when he wanted something, I had it. I was a pack rat until he had a need, then I was his favorite stationery store, hardware store, five-and-dime. And I knew where everything was, much to his chagrin.
My radio studio is neat and orderly, because there is no time to be thinking about where stuff is when you are on the air. Everything has a place and I can grab it quickly. Nothing is in the way, nothing is on top or underneath anything else. See? I really can do it when I have to.