Paper Paper Everywhere

So over the last few years I've noticed a distinct increase in the amount of paper required in my life. Originally it was pretty easy: just a credit card bill and a few receipts and some paystubs each month. Then the student loans started piling up. Then I started renting a house. Getting Insurance. Getting Jobs. The net result was a folder (labeled 1998) that could make god cry. It truly was a glorious achievement (and one that took Kurt days to sort through when my taxes got all screwed up by certain anonymous cretin)

1999 was looking to be even better: with the end of school, I now have student loan payments, crap from E*Trade, more insurance, Older family members wills, jobs with benefits, a few credit cards... and suddenly its august and the '1999' folder is twice as big as 1998 was at the end of its lifespan.

What this means is of course the dreaded "F" word: Filing. I've divided up my gigantic folder "1999" into a dozen nicely labeled folders with titles like "Checking Account" and "Credit Cards" and "Inusurance". For those who know me, this isn't that surprising: I'm fairly anal, but I think that my rats nest of personal documents was kinda my hold-out against the grown-up world.

I'm 23 now, and now my documents are pretty well organized. In fact, I'm considering moving them into a safe: Hemos's house burned down once: I know what a hassle losing all your shit can be. But the now I have this box that pretty much contains the paper trail of my existance in a dozen green hanging file folders.