Time Flies

So, I took a time-management class on Monday. I always seem to have trouble keeping an agenda or using a calendar effectively for personal endeavors. I'm much better at keeping track of things at work, but that's because everything is project-based so there are crunch times (when I want to kill some of the people I work with) and there are slow days (when I dream up stories like this one). Anyway, at the class they pretty much explained theory, and told me stuff I kind of already knew (keep a checklist, use a blackberry), blah, blah, blah. "Give me real methods I can relate to and use," I kept thinking.

I did learn that my strengths are being adaptive (guess I'm kind of like a shape-shifting social mutant), being social (I guess I'm not as shy as I thought) and I use chocolates as bait (wow, I'm pathetic), and I network well (DUH, I bribe people with chocolates!). I also found out that I'm good at establishing boundaries (I guess those signs I post on my door that read, "Keep The HELL OUT," between the lines do work) and simply SCHMOOZING! But despite having these mini-revelations and learning to play with blocks again (and telling others what to do with them) I did realize something . . . I still can't manage my personal time!

Yep, the class didn't help. I still find that there aren't enough hours in the day. I still believe we work too damn much in this country (people in Europe get between 31 and 20 days of vacation per year, while we get a measly 10 days to scratch our asses away from the job). And I firmly believe that overwork is what's really wrong with our society and the other negative elements from obesity and general health issues, to domestic violence, to crime, to the gas and housing crisis! If we worked less we'd be able to spend more time at home and actually take care of our families, our health, clean the house, etc. If the consequence of working less meant earning less, then that would mean we'd drive less so we'd save gas. If we drove less we'd be home more to take care of things, including ourselves. But no, we're a bunch of greedy SOBs. We want the latest and the greatest no matter what. Now I'm mad. Where's that chocolate!