Procrastinators of the world... Sorry what?

FOR the purposes of providing examples for the mini-theory I wanted to put forward here, I looked up a list of bad habits. The top ones included nose-picking, OK, cigarette-smoking, fair, and drinking tea. Drinking tea? Instead of furthering the cause of getting work done, it sent me off on another tangent, which in its own way makes the point I was seeking examples for.

Procrastinators wreck my head. We tend to be least forgiving of the traits in others that we see in ourselves, and procrastinators wreck my head because I am their patron saint. Part of me is super-efficient, all business and to the point and organised. Maybe that is the part that gets so head-wrecked by the other, the part for whom the route to getting any work done this morning involved at least 98 detours.

There was a very thorough house clean, but in my defence, that is standard issue working from home — either that or laundry — but I also added cooking, craft stuff reorganising, and covering a lampshade in paper and painting oyster shells with nail varnish to look like peacock tails. Because that is a really important and useful thing to do. There’s no way those shells are going to languish on a shelf for months before eventually getting chucked in a bin because there is just no conceivable use for them. Lord, no.

When I did sit at the laptop, I needed to, you know, look stuff up. Then I had to check an old lotto ticket because, who knows, maybe I don’t even need to work. Funnily enough, I do still need to work. And the point was that we tend to be least forgiving of those flaws in others that we have ourselves. And procrastinators are a pain. The lampshade turned out really well, though.