What Counts

Posted 03/05/2008 at 02:28 AM by Dirk

I admit it, I am organizationally challenged. I could be part of a self help group, "Hi, my name is Dirk, and I am messy."  But, it wouldn't work.  My desk is in need of a small fire, (nothing above three alarms).  No amount of suggestions, cognitive behavioral therapy, or guilt has overcome this trait that I realize is genetic.  (It's great to be able to pass on the blame to someone else.)

Why am I writing about this?  I had to spend time in the accounting department and ended up at Laura's desk (she is our CFO).  You got it, her desk is "different". (Funny thing about "different" is that it can be "different good", "different bad", or just "different different".

Yes, she always has a lot of paper work and there are even a few piles of paper around. The computer screen is ergonomically positioned for enabling that perfect relationship between accountant and spread sheet. The halogen lamp can be moved to cast its perfect white light in a most becoming manner where the numbers appear to truly be black or white. Even the chair has a cool handle that some of us find fun to play with. (It changes your perspective as the seat sinks closer to the floor and it makes a cool noise as if it has developed a leak.)

None of that is all that "different".  I wasn't snooping...really.  I was just trying to find a pen.  But, I did it.  I opened her drawer.  You know which one.  That top one on the right that always has the pens and everything else that will fit in until you need to get one of those guys from the Tokyo subway to shove it shut.  I opened that one and it is different.  There was tons of room in the drawer.  We are talking organization that could make Martha Stewart even more envious than usual.  Everything has a place.  Everything is in ITS place.  All the pens face west.  The paper clips are lined up.  I had this overwhelming urge to move some of the items around.

Ultimately, I just had to stare in awe.  This was organization at its pinnacle.  Everything had a place.  Everything was in its place.  This means that everything with the winery is OK.

It may seem obvious but we have to account for everything.  The powers that be want to know when all of our grapes become wine.  (There has to be a precise number, while I tend to think of it as a slow transition.)  We need to know exactly how many barrels, bottles, corks, labels... (you get the idea) and now by comparing Laura's desk and my desk, we can see what really counts!  This was a long winded way of admitting that there could be deep seated reasons as to why they won't ever let me do inventory around here.

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