Tyranny of the To-Do List
Since I've declared this week "Business Week," I've decided to employ that tool most dreaded by the Defiantly Unorganized: The To-Do List.Some people live by these things. Some people even post them on their blogs, applying crossouts as they accomplish each task. If I did that, would you really check back later in the day, waiting with bated breath to see if I finished recaulking my tub?
Heh, now that I've told you I'm recaulking my tub, I'll have to tell you when it's done. Otherwise you won't be able to sleep tonight.
To-Do Lists are addictive. When I finish a task, I race back to the dining room table to cross off the item. (Usually the list is under the table because the ceiling fan has blown it off.)
Sitting on the floor, I dust off the paper and check for the next task:
Oh Great and Powerful List, tell me what to do next! Anything, anything to feel the rush of the Cross-Off! Must have Mooooooooooore!Whenever I start to do something not on The List, I get nervous:
Hmm, eating's not on the list. What's on the list that I could do while eating? I should have added "shower" and "play with pets" to the list, but I swore not to go over 15 items in one day. Maybe I could just shower tomorrow instead.Too much structure makes me cranky, which is why I gave up office jobs to begin with. So I've already finished next week's list:
To Do:
Write books.
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