Call me paranoid. If something comes into my house with my name and address on it, it goes out a la James Frey -- in a million little pieces. So imagine my delight while purging the laundry room when I finally got to....THE FILING CABINET. In some aspects of my life I've been a pretty organized person. Like when it came to paperwork. You know -- hydro bills, vet reports, financial statements -- everything that keeps my household running like the well oiled machine that it is. I labelled file folders. I punched holes. I used those little metal sliding fastener things to keep everything neat and tidy. And for years...I didn't throw anything out. I do now, but the filing cabinet predates the newer, smarter me.
Now here I sit, the history of my household being fed into my little desktop shredder one slow page at a time. Necessary? Maybe not. Paranoid? Definitely. But no one is getting their hands on the receipt from my septic tank clean out in 1998. No one.
Ha ha..Good one, Kat!
ReplyDeleteAlthough you claim to only be organized in some aspects of your life, it's a comfort to know that it is with the things requiring it. Bills and other important documents, even when have lost its use, shouldn't be left on random places without caution. You'd never know if it might pave way to identity theft problems. So, go for a bigger shredder! Ruby@Williams Data Management
ReplyDeleteThanks for the encouragement, Ruby! I actually ended up taking the bulk of the stuff to my former office and feeding it through the industrial shredder. Now that I'm caught up, my little shredder is doing the job.
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