Cleanliness is next to Godliness

My office is a mess. It's an affront to my sense of orderliness. No, really, it's amazing how a bunch of well-educated, literate, modern young people can take such a lax attitude towards their surroundings. Couldn't stand it any longer this morning, and started to organize things. See, my office isn't a bunch of little cubicles. It's one largish room that houses a bunch of computers, two photocopiers and one long table where everyone congregates. Unfortunately, this table is also where the various bric-a-brac, gewgaws and doodads are collected. This morning unearthed, in no particular order: a silver bell Christmas ornament, an opened jar of tiger balm sans cover, various colored pencils shaped like twigs, a brown straw, two separate tubes of facial cream, a grubby teaspoon, more rubber bands than anyone would deem necessary, and a Winnie-the-Pooh mug half-filled with water from God-knows-when. Yes, indeed, for a girl who constantly chants "cleanliness is next to Godliness", it's pretty bad. Listen, I'm not one of those uptight people who needs to color-code their folders or who has a stroke if someone leaves a staple or two lying around. I get messy sometimes. Who doesn't? But this is like...orchestrated messiness. And I can't stand for it. I mean, for goodness' sakes, at the very least, all the paper clips should be in one place, am I right here? Then again, maybe this craze is just an expression of my frustration at not being able to control other aspects of my life. Who knows?

Final thought: I really do believe cleanliness is next to Godliness. Maybe not always, but just about.