When I first started the new job, my desk had a brand-new blotter/calendar on it.
“That’s cute,” I thought, and stuck it back behind my desk so I could get some work done.
I pulled it back out today because it’s getting to the point where I honestly can’t keep track of all the garbage I’ve agreed to do for the next two months, and June 8th is starting to sound like “next weekend”.
So I sketched things out on the calendar. Suddenly, I’m calling people, emailing people, frantically trying to get organized or break up bottlenecks that I can already see forming five weeks from now.
Each day has 7 lines to write stuff on. Every Saturday and half the Sundays are full for April and May. The bottom half of every Friday is full (indicating stuff for that night).
I step back from the calendar and take it all in after 3 hours of scribbling/calling/emailing.
There’s a huge white box in the center of the paper. Untouched. Pristine. The 8th to the 11th. The 15th to the 18th. The 22nd to the 25th. Mondays through Thursdays.
Just seems like I should be able to DO something with that.
I’m running too many events, hosting too much stuff. Something’s going to have to give pretty soon. Some things already have (and if you’re reading this, Muz, I’m sorry about that). I want a weekend where nothing happens.
I might pencil something like that in for August.
