Outage
As administrator for the swimming pool at the gym where he worked, Matt diLorenzo could have lived without the paperwork that came with the job. His idea of filing was stapling a check stub to a receipt, then opening the middle drawer of his filing cabinet and tossing the paper inside. Every receipt he’d received for the past two years sat in that drawer, like layers of the earth’s surface, the oldest ones settling to the bottom while the fresher, newer purchases stayed on top. Maybe it wasn’t the best way to store files, but it worked for him.
Roxie, the gym’s receptionist, once saw him digging through that cabinet for a copy of a bill he knew he’d paid and wondered aloud why the whole thing didn’t just turn to compost in the drawer. “That is a mess, Matt,” she said as she peered
