I once interned for my predecessor and I have since inherited his office. While he is a generally lovely and helpful person he had one of those offices where you would walk in on any given day and try to step over reams of paper stacked against the walls and on the floor. And take care not to tread on an important document from 1974. He took his paper with him, but left me with binders from 1998 that have yet to be looked through and a drawer that seems as if he decided to hide the evidence of a paper factory explosion gone awry.