I cleaned my desk today. I know … I know … alert the media. And while I did not stumble across Jimmy Hoffa, I did manage to locate a misplaced Starbucks gift card and a half-eaten packet of peanut M&Ms. (Trust me, they are half-eaten NO more.)

So I did a quick scan of the rest of PlattForm to see if organized chaos is running rampant – or whether it’s just me.

Here now are my official findings …

The fine folks in Client Services seem to be holding up nicely despite being buried under 46 tons of paperwork. Mercifully, PlattForm does not allow smoking … it’s a total fire hazard back there. But from what I can tell … it’s tidy. Not pristine, but neither are the fine folks in Client Services.

The designers of Printopia … are, well, a bunch of pigs. And I say that with love. While they are wildy creative and colorful individuals, I’m absolutely convinced you could find the cure for Anthrax back there. Must be all the wacky hours they work. If there’s a blizzard and we’re trapped in the building, I’m headed down there. They have enough food in/on/around/under their desks to sustain a small village.

The guys and gals of Quality Assurance, meanwhile, are clean teens. It’s nauseating really. Remember when Howard Hughes went insane and kept himself trapped in a hyperbaric germ-free chamber? It’s a lot like that. Except with some pleasant smelling Mango-infusion candles burning. They get an A for effort … and anal-retentiveness.

The managers all have their doors closed with “Do Not Disturb – This Means YOU!” signs hung at eye level. I tried to use a swift Batgirl karate kick to open their doors and investigate … but they must have the stupid doors steel-reinforced. I think they’re on to me.

The Media team sits in the basement … in the dark. I had to squint to see anything down there. Looks clean … but I couldn’t break out the white gloves because, frankly, all their beady little eyes staring back at me kind of freaked me out.

So, there you go. A quick creative clutter update. So now I’m off to use my newly found Starbucks card. I anticipate being gone until the furor over this blog post has completely blown over. Or PlattForm hires some Merry Maids … whichever comes first.