Yankee Chronicler
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I had an assistant office manager come to the contract city that I was assigned to while I was on vacation. She cleared it off my desk. There was fancy organizers. I had to call her at least a half dozen times to find out what she did with stuff. On the bright side, I found some things that I had given up on.
Heh, heh ...
When I was in the Army, for a time before I deployed to Vietnam I was assigned as a company clerk in a unit in the U.S. (Company clerk = Radar O'Reilly.) I had no training as a clerk, but I managed to mostly keep up with everything -- except filing. My "To Be Filed" box kept growing deeper and deeper. One day the First Sergeant looked over at me and said he needed a document about [___] from [___] date. Then he looked at my To Be Filed box, shook his head, and said, "I need it soonest. See what you can do."
I looked at the pile, picked off about the top half, flipped maybe two or three more sheets, and asked Top, "Is this the one you need?"
He just looked at me. "How the hell did you do that?"