His mess I have to bear

I work three days a week at the university. One of the "perks" I am provided with is an office. Now, this office is not a private office because I'm "temporary part-time" instead of tenured or tenure track. They get a private office. I do not. So, this means that I share my office with another person. I seem to change offices every year. This means I've had a couple of different office mates. My first office mate was Marc and he was terrific. In fact, we moved to three different offices together. You couldn't ask for a better office mate. I still miss him. However, he taught in the child development dept. and I taught in the psychology dept. so it was inevitable that we'd be forced to part ways. My next office mate was Debi. She was a good office mate as I never met her or saw her. In fact, I finally met her after we were no longer office mates. I don't miss her as it is difficult to miss something you never had. Which leads me to the purpose of this posting...my current office mate, Mitch. Mitch is a tenured professor, but he is retiring. Once a professor is on track for retirement, they have to share their office. I don't think Mitch was particularly happy to share. In fact, Mitch is a bit on the messy side. No let me amend that, he's A LOT on the messy side as you are about to see. His part of the office houses three, that is three desks, two filing cabinets, and two bookshelves. Therefore, he takes up about 2/3 of the entire office space, and his junk seriously encroaches at times on my 1/3.

This is Mitch's side of the office. As you can see he is a pig. He has piles of papers everywhere, including piles on the floor, both of the chairs, and stuffed in bookcases. How this man finds anything is a mystery to me.
This is his main messy desk.
This is his messy floor. See the boxes in the far right with the blue stripe that says copy paper. That is located directly behind my chair. This is part of his stuff encroaching on ME.

This is his second messy desk. See that tiny green cable that runs over the top of the pile of papers on the far right. This is my computer cable. In order for me to get online for work with my laptop, I have to crawl over the pile of papers and boxes on the floor, brace myself on top of the shifting pile of papers, and connect my internet cable into the receptacle in the wall. I say a little pray each time that I won't slip on the junk and sprain or bruise something. So far my prayers have been answer, but I don't want to get to cocky so close to the end of the semester.

This is my desk. See how neat and organized everything is? Also, note how little room is allotted to me. The good news is that this is Mitch's last semester and so my pain has a termination date. I only have two more weeks with this guy and then he's gone. Of course, I'll probably be gone too. Gone to yet another office. You see, they have to give a private office to the new, 26 year old woman they just hired for the new tenure track position. I'm so used to moving that I even have my own boxes that I use for each move. Actually it is more accurate to say I USED TO HAVE BOXES for my move. The schmuck stole my boxes!