A deadline is nothing but a time limit or constraint put on some activity – getting the paper done in school, getting the report to the boss at work – things like that.Deadlines make the procrastinator’s job simple –he/she has a time (the dreaded deadline) to ignore, thus removing the stress of trying to get whatever he/she is supposed to get done when it is supposed to be done. Thus the procrastinator floats merrily along without a care in the world. Time is on his/her side. Hmm – sounds like a song segue to me. What, me worry is his/her attitude.
Deadlines are the anal person’s friend too since deadlines give them the structure their analness (is that even a word?) needs. The truly anal will be done early – time won’t let them just get it done on time. Yep – another song segue.
Deadlines and time go together like chocolate and peanut butter. You can't have one without the other. And of course there is that Friday LBC deadline. Sigh - every Thursday it's a mad scramble to find the topic. And then, honestly it's the first thing I do Friday morning. Procrsatination? Well I prefer to think of it as having the unique ability to say what I want without constant revision. (Procrastinator's rule #9). I just sit and type. Of course with my typing skills spellcheck is critical. The actual writing is relaxing and somewhat cathartic. Deadlines, you see, are my friend. And speaking of relaxing, the next tune (sax by Denis Payton) and as cup of coffee are just the ticket!
So that's my take on deadlines and time. Please check the other members takes on the subject - Anu, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Maria SF, ocdwriter, Padmum, Paul, Ramana The Old Fossil and Will.
My dead line is scheduled and I am now happy to share a coffee with Dave and the four others I make a nifty peanut biscuit/cookie, but I never thought to cover them in chocolate!
ReplyDeleteModesty does not become you Shackman. You are one of the most orderly and disciplined fellows that I know and with that prodigious memory of yours to come up with just the right song for the occasion, you light up my life alright!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the laugh, Shackman (and may I say that you are a most dashing Number 75).
ReplyDeleteAs the years go by from once being 'anal' and so organized people would either hate me or marvel at me I now fly by the seat of my pants: Give me a long distance deadline and there will be last minute frenzy. But I always make it. What a thrill! What a miracle! The power of a rush of adrenaline. Where for ages you can't be arsed to start when DEADline looms LARGE suddenly brain kicks into gear. It's quite fantastic, really. Only a few days ago I found myself doing in 25 minutes flat what should have taken me several days (fabricating some complete nonsense) and yes - I was on time. And dressed. With matching shoes. Oh did I grin at the meeting. If only they had known. Victory!
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Well Ursula - except for the matching shoes I suspect I have been there and done that on occasion myself. I don't believe though that dashing has ever been used in the same sentence or with reference to me so thanks! Warms the cockles of a circumferentially challenged old lineman's heart. :)
DeleteI'm with ya on writing is relaxing; don't know 'bout deadlines being a friend.
ReplyDeleteSo enjoyed sax by Denis Payton.
Blessings - Maxi
Glad you enjoyed Denis's work Maxi - he was an excellent musician
DeleteYou have a tough psyche, shackman! Thank God or the Fates or ... well whatever. I don't remember you being the type to flinch and I wouldn't expect deadlines to get to you.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you are enjoying the Friday deadline. As you can see, keeping up with Lafawnda - and my body throwing a curve ball or two - I am pretty much late getting over here.
Not for lack of desire.
NO problemo Fos - gotta get LaFawnda hitched and I understand abouut the signs of aging all to werll - LOL
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