In our small NYC apartment, we don’t really have room for an office. And since my husband primarily works from home, he needs a spot where he can work. So, we set up his computer on a TV stand in the bedroom and purchased an ottoman from Target that he could use as an office chair. This ottoman is only about 4 months old but since my husband sits on it for what seems like 20 hours a day, it’s now starting to cave in on itself.
I only just realized that he was also using this ottoman as his file cabinet. Every business card, bill, magazine, correspondence, document (important or not) and notepad he’s ever owned goes in there. As does pretty much every other scrap of paper he’s ever come across in his life. I couldn’t figure out why he was always asking me questions like, “Do you know the name and phone number of my dentist?” or “Do you have the code for the storage place?” or “Do you have my tax information from 1997?”. Well, now I know. Because he can’t actually find anything in that black hole of an ottoman.
I shudder to think that our marriage license is probably in this chaotic mess somewhere. Hopefully, we’ll never need to prove that we’re legally married because I’m pretty sure that anything that goes in this ottoman is gone for good.
This is probably the worst filing system ever.