Here’s a tip. If you want to get some work done on a Sunday, don’t spread it around. As soon as the word gets out that you’re conscious, the demands start pouring in. “As long as you’re working,” they say, and after that it might not stop until it’s dark. At least, that’s what happened to me today.
It was coming from two directions, too. That’s why I’m amazed that I finished more than half of the work I actually intended to do when I started. With all the distractions and interruptions, it wouldn’t have seemed possible to get close to the bottom of the pile of invoices I wanted to pay. But I did.
Everything anyone asks me to do is important. To someone. For some reason. It’s awfully hard to put up any kind of argument when you know that people need your help. I did have one conversation that started with me saying, “Are you sure I need to...” And whaddaya know? I didn’t need to do that exact thing. Surprise, surprise. |