Carpe Diem, Tomorrow

I have a write-up due. Technically, it WAS due but since I have not started, it is still due. A white paper to be exact: a report that provides insight to an existing or developing business issue with proposed solutions. The purpose is to whet the appetite of the forward thinking client and line the pockets of the firm proposing the solution. A win-win concept, but only if it is actually written.

I know it's breakfast time, but lunch would be good right now.

This white paper will take one day of research and two days of writing. I already have an outline. Within the past several weeks I have completed three other white papers. The difference is those were due based on a hard deadline. If it is important to leadership, it is important to me. My job is to make their job easier. The opposite also holds true. The incomplete white paper was assigned from a specific leader who follows up with light requests, "How is it going?", "Talk me through your progress.", "Why are you drunk?" Without a deadline, the report burrows itself to the bottom of my inbox.

I'm sure that deliverable is right under our feet.

Some of the hardest workers have the biggest lazy streaks. They are self aware enough to keep themselves busy. Without work, self-destructive habits subtly occupy everyday life: excessive eating, sleeping late, or hard core underground Slovakian porn. The scariest thing for a hard worker is white space on a calendar. The emptiness creates temptation to embrace their lazy streak. I waver between the two worlds of busy and lazy. Both depend on my emotional state and current work leader. Sometimes it is churning through assignment after assignment with no end in sight. Eventually, there is a glacial shift towards inactivity. This latest assignment without a deadline is classical conditioning towards laziness. Like pavlov's dog, I begin to look for a new show to binge-watch on Netflix.

The devil finds work for my idle hands in the form of a remote control.  Left to my own devices, I become a couch potato. Ten pounds and 30 Dorito Bags later, I recognize my ass has been parked on the sofa for a month. My work capacity and physique constantly swaying back and forth between a "before" and "really before" picture.

You've got your health...insurance.

When given a deadline, my shiftless pavlovian dog can morph into a border collie. With job, have purpose. My business mind operates at a high level when an ambitious deadline is at hand. It also makes me aware of my self imposed decision resulting in second-tier status. The realization is I never serve as my own catalyst. Great business minds find work and capitalize on it whereas I capitalize on the work given to me. A fine line with a big difference in pay grade. The worst part of all, I am okay with this.

What you want to be a leader for anyhow?

I like the feast and famine of work and relaxation. Besides, for years I have been hearing 'The Wire' is a must see. And those Doritos aren't going to eat themselves.