The Direct Proportionality of the Severity of Room Clutter and Employee Dissatisfaction

It’s 6:10 in the morning and if I were a very satisfied employee, I’d just about be getting ready for work now. But as I examine the current state of my room and as I blaze through all the clutter, I find myself with the least motivation to hit the shower and start my everyday routine toward the office.

My room’s a mess. I can see my charger, my training manuals and a set of underwear all at the same place. I can’t find my keys for two days now. And I can see loose change everywhere.

I admit, I have always been a clutter person since I was a kid. Being the eldest and all, I have always been pampered with minimal manual work. But this mess I’m seeing right now doesn’t even remotely reflect my upbringing. For when I started working in this company, I treated my house as my sole solace for the loads of work (manual, mental, emotional etc.) this job ever so gently shoved – oxymoron - in my face.

These past few days though have been exceptionally gruelling. Last Monday, I woke up in the morning realizing that I actually slept on my favourite pair of brassiere and all my make-up set are strewed in a way I would assume only the busiest lady in the world would be capable strewing. That’s when it hit me – I’m stressed and my love for work is failing.

My corporate life is what people deem as that which I do so greatly on. In some ways, I agree. But right now, nothing can change the fact that it’s 6:42 in the morning and I haven’t exerted a least bit of effort to start preparing for work. As I’ve said, if I were a very satisfied employee, I’d just about be getting ready now.