This is my last week in my current job, so time to remove five years worth of mess from the office. Well its not quite that bad, I have after all moved office twice in the last year or so, and 3 times in the last two. Each time I have had a good session of paper throwing. Today though it all took on a new meaning, I no longer have need for even one years worth of old meeting minutes let alone 5. There were also brochures for courses that are not even worth passing on today anyone else, given that there is no money!

A good clear out is something I find immensely therapeutic; it is almost worth hanging onto a pile of papers just so they can be sorted through and put into the recycling / bin / shredder. I have to admit though that I am beginning to be something of a paper hoarder. Any sensible person would get rid of rubbish as it arrives, both at work and at home, but I seem to get some kind of perverse thrill from ending up in a mess so that I can have a clear out. Maybe I’ll try to turn over a new leaf in the new job; I won’t hold my breath though!