I was doing something in the shop yesterday and I needed some bench room. I ended up cranking the blade on my table saw all the way down into the table in order to find some place free of stuff.
Sometimes I wonder why I have a workbench. It stays piled up with tools, scraps, rags, bits of steel wool. I clean and organize my shop at least once every couple of years, but then everything gradually returns to my usual state of disarray. I use things, then throw them on the workbench. Tools that leave the shop don't always make it back, and I have another pile of stuff in a box in the den that I've been meaning to take out and put up for six months or more.
I learned this from Dad I guess. At least I can eventaully *find* my tools. His just disappear forever. I've bought him several sets of wrenches and screwdrivers over the years, and when I go to find one of them, all his toolboxes are empty except for the odd sized stuff, and there's nothing hanging on his pegboard except an ancient, rusty handsaw and a baby food jar with a few odd screws in it.
I guess I'm looking for someone else to say "me too" so I don't have to feel like I'm all alone in the world.