As an exercise in accountability to each other my previous staff team had 'awkward' questions to ask each other. Are you taking your time off? Are you sticking to your hours? In my case the awkward question was, 'Have you done your filing?' Anticipating that the question might come up in staff meetings was enough to make sure I did it.
Anyway it is easier to put each piece of paper away in the right place immediately, once finished with. It is always then retrievable from the right place without having to search through a filing pile first. I used to teach this stuff to hard-presed ministers; embarrassing that I never learned it myself.
I'm hoping that blogging this (as a displacement exercise from filing) will be a sufficient nudge to send me scuttling like a rat to the pile of papers in the corner of the study and putting them away once I've finished. Maybes. Or it could end up a long post.
I am not struggling with time pressure at the moment, although I have plenty to do, but Wednesdays seem to be doing me in. Tomorrow was busy already before the doctor decided that the cyst operation had to happen then. Just now a phone call from an important pastoral contact, who I had promised to make time for this week, invited me over for tea on, you guessed it, Wednesday. Wednesdays I seem to spend picking up papers in meetings and notes of encounters and then dropping them all in a pile at the end of the day. Tuesdays are spent anticipating the demands of Wednesday; Thursdays are spent recovering from it and (not) filing it.
Tomorrow is a plethora of Ds - doctors, dentists, district church lunch, death (the pastoral visit is post-funeral) and Deanery Synod.
In my soon-to-be-filled filing cabinet you will find the Deanery Synod papers between Council Tax and Deviancy. Best not to ask.
Of course this is all a matter of being in a new place and getting the hang of the first few weeks. I wouldn't have it any other way and wouldn't want to be anyone else. Scuttling time.