As you can clearly see from the above picture of my office desk, I’m organizationally challenged. I used to just call myself “messy” but my mother-in-law convinced me that “organizationally challenged” is much more politically correct. Like using the term “melanin impoverished” to refer to white people or “utensil sanitizer” instead of dish washer, it just sounds better. There’s no helping me either. I’ve got plenty of storage space; I just refuse to use it. This is definitely a chronic condition. After I clean my desk it mysteriously seems to clutter itself again in a matter of hours. Weird.
