It’s now 11:53 and I have until 12:00 to write, so I’ll get straight to the point.

Tomorrow I promise I will get up when the alarm goes off at 5:45 and get ready to go to work. No diddle-daddle, just me, moving at the speed of “I mean it”. There’s a full day inside that inside office of mine, full of work that’s all started, yet far from complete and the office itself is far from decorated or tidy. In fact, it sickens me to sit there. I move from file to file, touching everything, completing nothing. It’s not how I prefer to work.

I’m reminded of  a saying that came from what was probably the first time management course ever to be labelled something other than common sense. The motto is:  Touch each piece of paper only once.  It was such a great idea that people would have it engraved on the back of the nameplate that sat on their desk, so the world could see who they were and they could see what they were supposed to do. 

I’m going to do this…tomorrow. Tonight I touched my taxes about 20 times. I could get busted for feeling up the government.

It’s 12:00.