Motivation, or lack thereof.
Why is it that I'm always motivated to do "house-things" when I'm at work and am motivated to do (well, okay, maybe not do, but at least reasonably think about) work things when I'm at home.
I sit at home and think "Oh, tomorrow I'll plow right through that project and get it all done! Yay!"
And I get to work and sit in this chair and the little plastic plug that held in that motivation sort of slides out with my tea or something. Right now I don't want to do a damn thing (which, honestly, I blame that damn cake for that -- I want a nap right now, whereas I usually want to go home and actually DO something while I'm at work). And there's not enough LJ to keep me occupied to make the day go by faster.
Or else I'll sit here and work and make lists of "Things I Am Going to Do When I Get Home Tonight Fo Realz!" It's about like that Onion article from a few years ago, where this administrative assistant did nothing but update her To-Do list all day. There was a graphic of her To-Do list that included things like "put lotion on my feet." Cracked me up.
I don't put things about my feet on my To-Do list, but I do compulsively make To-Do lists and then...don't really do much of anything on them. I do things. But not so much the things on the list. I get all lofty about my lists.
Every time I get a new FranklinCovey calendar, I'm obsessed with filling in ALL of the blanks with THINGS TO DO OMG. "Tonight I will KNIT and READ and ORGANIZE THE PANTRY and RENAME ALL THOSE BLASTED .flac FILES." I'll even give them the little "priority" denotations, where everything is a "C" priority, because I don't put "A" priority things on my To-Do list because then I have to feel like a loser when I don't actually do them.
But the PROBLEM is that my Franklin calendar ceases to be interesting when I get home (and permanently as of about three weeks after I buy it, for that matter). So I come to work the next day and "Oh, well, gotta move that forward -- and that -- and that. Oh, didn't do that. Oh. Hmm. I feel this HUGE sense of accomplishment when I actually mark something off as DONE on the list, so I start putting stupid things on the list -- just so I feel better.
My ultimate To-Do list would be something like:
- Drive home from work.
- Check e-mail.
- Eat.
- Log onto WoW, see that there is a queue, go do something else, forget to come back and check WoW, get logged back off.
- Dick around on the computer all night.
- Go to bed.
I could feel REAL accomplishment the next day because I could mark ALL of that shit DONE.
I left my planner in my car, though.
I sit at home and think "Oh, tomorrow I'll plow right through that project and get it all done! Yay!"
And I get to work and sit in this chair and the little plastic plug that held in that motivation sort of slides out with my tea or something. Right now I don't want to do a damn thing (which, honestly, I blame that damn cake for that -- I want a nap right now, whereas I usually want to go home and actually DO something while I'm at work). And there's not enough LJ to keep me occupied to make the day go by faster.
Or else I'll sit here and work and make lists of "Things I Am Going to Do When I Get Home Tonight Fo Realz!" It's about like that Onion article from a few years ago, where this administrative assistant did nothing but update her To-Do list all day. There was a graphic of her To-Do list that included things like "put lotion on my feet." Cracked me up.
I don't put things about my feet on my To-Do list, but I do compulsively make To-Do lists and then...don't really do much of anything on them. I do things. But not so much the things on the list. I get all lofty about my lists.
Every time I get a new FranklinCovey calendar, I'm obsessed with filling in ALL of the blanks with THINGS TO DO OMG. "Tonight I will KNIT and READ and ORGANIZE THE PANTRY and RENAME ALL THOSE BLASTED .flac FILES." I'll even give them the little "priority" denotations, where everything is a "C" priority, because I don't put "A" priority things on my To-Do list because then I have to feel like a loser when I don't actually do them.
But the PROBLEM is that my Franklin calendar ceases to be interesting when I get home (and permanently as of about three weeks after I buy it, for that matter). So I come to work the next day and "Oh, well, gotta move that forward -- and that -- and that. Oh, didn't do that. Oh. Hmm. I feel this HUGE sense of accomplishment when I actually mark something off as DONE on the list, so I start putting stupid things on the list -- just so I feel better.
My ultimate To-Do list would be something like:
- Drive home from work.
- Check e-mail.
- Eat.
- Log onto WoW, see that there is a queue, go do something else, forget to come back and check WoW, get logged back off.
- Dick around on the computer all night.
- Go to bed.
I could feel REAL accomplishment the next day because I could mark ALL of that shit DONE.
I left my planner in my car, though.