When I have tons to do, I procrastinate. I’m going to take care of filing that quarterly tax payment (which involves math and looking things up, and a lot of double checking and stuff) after I check my Bloglines, update my Facebook status, check out what’s new at KnitPicks and oh yeah, maybe there’s a new Dale of Norway book out, let’s go see, tra la tra la…
And then I get to the end of the day and realize I haven’t even started the tax filing process and I’m all, “@*^&@!!!! It’s due by the fifteenth! What is wrong with me! AH! AH! AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!”
I confess that I usually work best under some pressure. Nothing lights a fire under me like a looming deadline. But at the same time, that same pressure sets off some kind of “I need to relax, I’m getting too anxious here” lever and I start granting myself permission to look at the LOLCats “real quick” or to spend a little time reading through knitting magazines or perhaps I just need to grab a soda and watch the last half of CSI:Anywhere.
The thing that irks me about it is that I know I’m doing it. It isn’t that I’m not aware I’m
In fact, I’m doing it now. I have errands I need to be running right now. I need to pick up my business check binder, drop off my daily allotment of empty ink cartridges (I get $3 per cartridge and up to three cartridges per day at Staples, and have an insane number of the things that have been building up for the last couple YEARS in a drawer) (see? Procrastination at work, right there…), finish shopping for a party tomorrow, HELLO, get a nail fill/file (they’re a little too long, so I’m buzzing more than ringing on the old harp strings).
Then I need to install my new accounting software, prepare the 2008 tax forms for the business, pay the bills, take out the recycling, change the sheets on the beds and iron labels into the middle two kids’ clothes so that they will quit fighting about who got which shirt for Christmas.
But instead…I’m checking out the Friday sale at Amazon and puttering around with website design and going back over old statistics books trying to remember how that formula worked…you know, the one for that thing, with the three parameters and then you figured out maximum profits given you could make X widgets in Y time for Z dollars, versus blah blah blah?
Right. OK. I’m going. Errands. Here we go.
…but first I need to grab a soda. And check my email one more time. And…