I hate the Tuesdays after a long weekend. They are like these maniacal Mondays that just taunt us with all the work that has piled up while we were out gallivanting around the countryside foolishly enjoying our holiday.
If I don’t start working on the files, it will just get worse. I know this. I know how this story ends. I don’t even have to skip ahead and read the last page or read an online spoiler site.
I wouldn’t even categorize myself as a procrastinator. Not really. Not in the true sense of the word. Normally, I have an OCD-like obsession with getting things done. I love lists, and I hate having unchecked items. I hate getting up early, but I will do it if it means getting ahead. Usually, if there are files on my desk, I have an unnatural urge to work until they are done.
So, what’s the deal? Why can’t I get motivated to make calls and type? What’s wrong with me?
It’s a Tuesday disguised as a pseudo-Monday, that’s what. There is nothing natural or usual or normal about this day. All the work of a Monday AND a Tuesday, wrapped all into one hideously long day. At least, tomorrow is Wednesday, which means that Friday is just around the corner.
Wow, my positive outlook just made a random appearance. Maybe my non-procrastinating obsessed-with-being-productive outlook will return as well?
Nope. False alarm. I’m gonna have a lotta files to do tomorrow…