Some corporate offices have opted to operate paper-free. No pens, no paper, no paraphernalia. Nothing but a screen, a keyboard, and a mouse. These corporations amaze me. One, I can't even answer the phone without jotting down the name of the person on the line. Two, I work for a man who doesn't believe in anything BUT paper. Paper calendars, paper memos, and paper phone messages. When he returns from a business trip, it's common for him to make my office his first pit stop. He plops his briefcase on the guest chair and proceeds to plunk folded boarding passes, wrinkled receipts, random business cards, and the like on my already pile-ridden desk top. Before long, the mountain on my desk is so large I can't look over it even if I tried. You may wonder how I manage to operate in such an disorderly fashion--especially for those who know me well. I'll be honest--at first, I didn't manage it at all. My eyes hazed over, and my heart beat could be seen through the blue vein in my forehead. This non-technology way of operating was new to me 10 months ago, but now, it's become second nature. My boss is gone today, yet my desk looks like this...
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