Too many things to do, too little incentive to do them. Do I:
- revise my boss’ CV, parts of which haven’t been substantially updated since 1999, and which I may not have all the necessary information to properly update now?
- finish drafting a biographical sketch of my boss for his upcoming performance review, even though I may not have enough information to substantially alter that either?
- fill out close to seventy-five US Mail customs forms so that I can prepare over one hundred books for shipping, no small feat when they all need to be put in separate envelopes going to different addresses, I have only two hands, and it’s raining?
- finish scanning the program manual that will not scan and whose equation-filled tables I have been slowly recreating piece by piece, going half-blind, half-mad in the process?
- sign up for any number of professional development programs, including “Telephone Skills that Will ‘WOW’ Your Customers” and “What a Team, You and Your Supervisor”, just because I received a flyer and because it will get me out of the office?
- go to Kinko’s to pick up the copies that will be mailed with the books?
- bitch and moan about the work I have to do, how none of its particularly difficult, but how it all piles up and gets on my nerves?
I think it’s pretty obvious which one I chose. The books are going to have to wait. I don’t want to do this in the rain, and the customs forms are going to take quite some time to fill out. I know I said it feels like Thursday, but doesn’t the universe know it’s Friday? Why do I have all this work now?