Time, Time, Time, See What’s Become Of Me
Remember back in the day when computers were brought to the desktop of every office worker? These funky machines came with the promise of less manual tasks and thus, more time!
More time! What an awesome benefit.
You know how when you get a good raise, you first think to yourself, “This is great! My expenses will stay the same and I’ll bank the difference of this new paycheck.”
But then you don’t. You manage to find a way to expand to use up every single dollar of that new pay.
Yeah. It’s like that with all the “found time” that computers brought to my world.
Right now time is the scarcest and most valuable resource I have.
There are only 24 hours in a day to spend.
I use eight of them sleeping.
Another three or so on getting ready, eating, travel time between destinations, dealing with a yowling cat, hugging The Good Man, etc.
And twelve sitting in front of a computer screen working my buns off on a massive project at work.
Let’s see…twelve plus eight is twenty…plus three is twenty three….
That leaves, uh, yeah, one hour in the day where I can just skive off (as the British say) and have some fun.
One hour to write, and craft, and think, and read a book, and just sit for a moment and look at the sky and daydream.
One hour. Sixty small minutes.
That’s not very much. I’d best use it wisely.
What got me thinking about this today?
The ten minutes I sat, waiting, on an open conference call bridge waiting for my perpetually absentminded sales rep.
I only gave it ten, then I got back to work.
I’m a little bit aggrieved about that ten minutes. Especially since I wolfed down lunch in order to make that call in time.
And now I’m indigested.
This should get better by end of April. That’s a looooong thirty days.
And for all you smarty pants out there, yes, I found time to write this blog post. I used the hour I WOULD have spent on that conference call. Found time! Yesssss!
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