Do you know where I do my best work? Alone…in a hotel room, at night, with a glass of wine. The past week was extremely busy. There was more work than I could have possibly done. And because I was with clients, I wanted to keep my commitment to myself and to them to be fully present. Which means the other shit just piled up and piled up.
I’m lucky enough to work from home most of the time for a company that doesn’t think highly of remote work. For that reason, and because I honestly do enjoy seeing my colleagues, if I am near an office I will spend at least a couple of days there as my schedule permits. What that means though is that I get absolutely NOTHING done. I’m simply not the type of person who thrives in an office setting. I try to go easy on myself about this…
My next thought is that I will get a shit ton of work done when I am on the train. I justify my easily distractible nature by the knowing that I have a 3 hour train ride – chock full of productive time. Not this time…
I thought I was safe – I had my first class upgrade which meant that I would be surrounded by other workaholic nerds who also wanted to get work done. Nope – I was surrounded by drunk old men who wanted to talk to me and continue to buy me drinks. And of course, I couldn’t say no. I could have been polite and explained that I had a lot of work to do. They even suggested that I might want to move to a single seat. But my desire to be liked is so strong that I went with it. I got absolutely smashed, did no work at all and now I have to pay for it. Writing this is simply a procrastination tactic for all of the work that I have to now spend my Sunday morning catching up on because I am an asshole who can’t say no; who can’t be disciplined.
