Going Green During Your Office Spring Clean


I sit on the floor of my corner office rifling frantically through the last file folder in front of me. To my right, sheets of paper are scattered everywhere. To my left, empty desk drawers hang open, their remnants now dumped all over the floor. “Aha!” I say, snatching up the client document that I just spent the last 20 minutes searching for.

This Monday morning is off to a great start. I let out a deep sigh and take a look around. My office is a complete disaster – clearly due for some spring-cleaning. I pick up the itchy, red and white scarf and matching mittens I received as a Secret Santa gift at the holiday office party four months ago, and toss them in the garbage. What better time than now?

Suddenly, there’s a knock at my door. I look up from the tsunami of office supplies to see Andy poking his head in the doorway. “What’s going on in here, boss?” He asks with a quizzical look on his face.

“Just reorganizing,” I reply, as I hurriedly begin stacking the sheets of paper into neat piles.

Andy steps carefully around the miscellaneous office products strewn across the floor.

Where am I going to put all of this stuff? I wonder to myself.

“Well, isn’t this just perfect timing then?” Andy interrupts my train of thought as he flashes a colourful piece of paper in front of my face.

“You could probably use some of these Recycled Storage Boxes from the April Office Plus flyer,” he says. “They’re made with 100% post-consumer content.”

I reluctantly look to where he is pointing. I really don’t need the distraction right now.

“Did I hear you say Recycled Storage Boxes?” A voice calls out from the hallway. The new intern, Marsha, rushes in through my doorway, nearly tripping over an empty coffee cup. She looks curiously over Andy’s shoulder.

“Wait, is that an O-Ring Recycled Binder I see?” She asks, eyeing the flyer.

Andy nods enthusiastically. “There are all kinds of eco-smart office supplies in here,” he says.

“This is perfect for our new Green Initiative,” Marsha looks up at me with excitement. She has been brainstorming ways to reduce our carbon footprint since the day she started the job – only three weeks ago. “Look at these Eco-Friendly White Filing Labels, boxes of Flexgrip Ultra Recycled Retractable Pens and – what’s that? Recycled Paper Clips!”

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I can’t help but smile. Their efforts really are inspiring. And with Earth Day just around the corner, we should all be focused on doing our part. I’ve just been so unorganized lately that I completely forgot about the initiative.

“Great ideas,” I tell them, picking up an empty paper clip box and casually tossing it in the garbage. “Let’s place an order.”

Marsha rushes over to the garbage can and pulls out the box. “We can recycle this,” she mumbles softly.

Andy’s eyes follow her. “Wait a minute – is that the scarf I got you for the office’s Secret Santa?” He asks, pointing at the itchy pile of red and white yarn.

My cheeks turn a rosy pink. “Oops, how did those get in there?” I quickly pull out the scarf and mittens and set them on my desk. “I guess I better get back to work!” I say, shuffling the two of them towards the door.

Here we go again, Monday.

Andy Sticks to It or Vice Versa?


Brigid, a recent hire, hovered hesitantly in my doorway.

“Rona, what’s wrong with Andy?”

“I’ve an alphabetized list if you’ve got an hour or two to spare,” I waved her to come in.

“He’s moved all the recycle bins and the paper trimmer into his office, and there’s a very strong smell of glue seeping from under his door.”

I smiled at her sympathetically—I didn’t want to frighten her because she was already twice as efficient and productive as Andy, “he can be…quirky. Did he mention what he was doing?”

“All I know is that he didn’t react well when our boss Aditi complimented me for saving money on that last mailing to clients…Would you come and check on him? I don’t want to go straight to Aditi and get him into trouble.”

Sighing, I trudged towards the aroma of adhesive.

I knocked on Andy’s closed door, but he wasn’t listening…too busy swearing. So, I opened the door and marched in.

A paper blizzard had stormed through Andy’s office. The walls were feathered with all sizes and colours of square-ish, paper cut-offs—there was printing on one side. I recognized some of my own memos Andy must have salvaged from the Blue Bins. Bottles, cans and sticks of all kinds of glue clung together on his desk, next to an avalanche of paper shreds that had buried our paper trimmer.

My look of inquiry was enough to halt him tearing a quarter of a Gantt chart from his shirt sleeve.

“I was making sticky notes;” he was more pathetic than a spaniel that’d punctured his ball.

“And how’s that working out?” I poked through the fire hazard on his desk and retrieved a familiar flyer.

Andy coughed and waved glue fumes away from his face, “I think I’m going to get fired. I was trying to do something great to balance out all the mess-ups I’ve had…”

“…And you’ve spent the whole morning proving,” I wagged the latest Office Plus flyer at him, “that you can’t make one usable note.”

He took the flyer from my hand.

“Check out that deal! In minutes, you could have ordered 12-packs—that’s 1,200 sheets—of genuine Post-it®s!”

Andy read, “they’re all neatly cut, 3” x 3” and repositionable! It’s not easy to do that.” He suddenly smiled, “Look, I can redeem myself a bit. There’s a $10 rebate on each multi-pack.”

“Go for it! And then clean up and air out this room,” maybe he heard, but he was already adding up his savings.