My parents have a cartoon hanging on their office wall with the caption “Filers should not marry pilers.” In the picture one spouse is obviouslyvexed at the other’s piles. Hellooooo, my house.
I am a piler. I have piles everywhere. I just can’t help myself. I have important piles, piles to get back to, piles of medium importance, piles of bills to pay, piles of bills already paid, piles, piles, piles.
It drives my husband batty.
He saves, um, let’s see, NOTHING. If it is important enough, it goes in his wallet. Everything else gets filed in the circular can.
Recently I have noticed that even for me, my piles are getting a wee bit out of control. I can usually put my fingers on an important piece of paper given about five minutes. Lately, it’s been more like 20 minutes with a 90% success rate. I’m slipping.
Here is my question – Does anyone out there have a great filing system? I have the best intentions. I bought a filing cabinet at a garage sale and have folders in place. But it’s in the basement and I’m not inclined to spend my free time filing in the basement. I have tried baskets, fancy folders, fancier folders anything to stay motivated. Nothing works.
I’m taking any and all suggestions. It’s my month of self-analysis, self-help and self-awareness. My piles need analysis, help and awareness. I am even to the point that yesterday what sounded like a good idea was putting a new file folder on the shelf each month. File everything from that month in the folder, then add it to the filing cabinet labeled December 2008, for instance.
I think in “time.” If I’m looking for something, I know when I am getting close by what else is around it. The electric bill from two months ago is near the phone bill from two months ago, and so on. It might work. Or it might just move my crazy piles to another room, which would irritate my hubby less, but might prove disastrous for my mental pile awareness. Losing my important pile would have serious consequences.
Maybe I spend one (or more likely two or three) glorious guilt-free days watching TV, sorting all my piles. I get them organized and carry them to the basement and start this whole craziness again. Try to do it once a week, or whatever. I have tried it before and I always end up back in the same predicament. With piles. Good thing I didn’t marry a piler. One person’s piles are all a marraige can handle.