Sorry I haven’t blogged in a while….I’ve been in mourning since I quit working. Turns out it’s not the hustle or the bustle that I miss…not the job…or the people – it’s the to-do list.
Those of you who are “listers” know what I’m talking about. When I was working, I had an elaborate listing [and re-listing] system that kept everything on a tightly wound schedule [air traffic control for the counting of beans]. That’s right, I can’t remember to pack my power cord half the time, but I can keep track of what a dozen direct reports are doing every hour of the day…because it is written on a little yellow notecard…in black ink…in size 3 font…prioritized as an A, B or C (in pencil). [I’m revealing too much, aren’t I?]
I’ve tried to keep the to-do list feeling going even while I’m not working, but it just isn’t the same. I only have 11 things on the list right now and one of them is “wish my brother happy birthday”. First of all, his birthday is still two days away. Second of all, it’s the same day as mine…do I really need to write it down to remember it? [but I can’t cross it off if I don’t write it down!].
Rita was working on the plane ride home Monday and I think I was actually getting to-do list envy. There she was, adding item after item, in neat little hand writing. Dammit. I took out my own to-do list and wrote down “buy black pens”.
Rita keeps trying to give me a to-do list for the house, but me being home not only doesn’t result in anything getting crossed OFF the list, it actually makes the list longer. [“get broken coffee maker fixed; replant tomato plants that McC told the gardener to pull out”].
Oh well, I’ve got to run now or else I won't be able to cross off "Watch World Cup Soccer" from my to-do list.
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