I had an epiphany today (and you know how painful that can be). I realized that there arenít enough hours in the day to waste as much time as I feel like wasting. I know that most people came to this realization some time between their sophomore and junior years in high school. Iím sure I knew it then, too. Maybe itís just that Iíve come late to the notion that wasting time is a good thing.
Shortly after this illumination came to me, I was reminded that I earn every rusty penny that comes my way. No matter how much time I fritter away, there are thing I do that nobody else can do. No one else in the company would have spent an hour on the phone with Tim, listening to him rant about the Boss and ramble on and on about company finances (a subject that makes my eyes glaze over in five minutes, so you can imagine how I felt after an hour).
And then, just as the day was winding down and I could actually waste time on my own time instead of wasting company time, the Boss called with a question so obscure that I found myself rummaging through file boxes on the floor as it got darker and darker in the house. By the time this was over my back was killing me and my eyes were watering, and in the end I had to make up an answer anyway, because I couldnít find the one piece of paper that would have solved the mystery. I was exhausted and aching and cranky.
Worst of all, there was no more time to waste, because Iíd run out of it.