Regarding the subject line, I refer you to this well-known painting:
The Persistence of Memory, by Salvador Dalí.
I am slowly beginning to realize that my perceptions of time management may be somewhat skewed as compared to those that others hold, particularly when it comes to what acceptable levels of work might be.
The odd thing is that even when I begin to recognize this in an intellectual sense, it doesn't alter my deep-down certainty that I am not working hard enough, and that if I just operated at a higher level of efficiency, everything would be accomplished.
It's an interesting conundrum, and certainly something to ponder.