Maxim #6: If You Can Forward Your Phone and Work From ANYWHERE Besides Your Office, DO THAT.
I've become a master on the phone. That noise in the background? Someone's moving in upstairs/I'm at the mailbox on the corner/It's an online seminar/The phone company is messing with the lines/I don't know what you're talking about... These are all reasonable to people who assume you're sitting in your office, doing nothing but waiting for their call and anticipating their needs. But, when it occurred to me that my actual, in-person interactions number in the one's (one, to be exact, some days), in a day, I decided to start taking advantage of technology and I frequently forward my phones and take calls from home, a coffee shop, or a nice beach somewhere, all while maintaining the illusion that I'm stuck under florescent lights, festering away with everyone else.
I know this isn't possible for everyone. I was once a cube dweller--chained to my desk so devotedly that I actually left a Post-it on my chair if I went to the bathroom. THE BATHROOM! I felt I needed not only to excuse my normal bodily functions but also SHARE their occurrences with others. This is a sickness and it was ultimately what made me run headlong back into the unreliable and insane world of politics and entrepreneurialism. I've never felt so sane.
Beyond the manicures and martinis.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Maxim #5
Maxim #5: A Lady of Leisure Must Be Prepared to Recreate at a Moment's Notice
About a year ago, I realized that my sedan wasn't going to cut it. I could't fit much into it, the seats didn't fold down to my liking, and no matter how much stuff I tried to strap to it and cram into the trunk, it was never going to be a truck. So, I upgraded to a vehicle that suits me: an SUVlette.
In it, at most times, are the following things (summer season):
My bike, tent, golf clubs, yoga mat, swimsuit, clean workout wear, hiking shoes, a dress, high heels, a BB gun, and my fishing gear. This way, if I find a spare hour, I have a plethora of ways to take advantage of it. And, if someone issues an invitation at the last minute, I am prepared to do everything from the theater to a monster truck rally.
The worst thing is thinking, "Oh, that would be great but I'm not dressed/prepared for that." Your kit might be different, granted--Not everyone likes shooting at stuff. I don't know who those people are, but I'm sure they exist and I won't cast judgments on them in this blog.
About a year ago, I realized that my sedan wasn't going to cut it. I could't fit much into it, the seats didn't fold down to my liking, and no matter how much stuff I tried to strap to it and cram into the trunk, it was never going to be a truck. So, I upgraded to a vehicle that suits me: an SUVlette.
In it, at most times, are the following things (summer season):
My bike, tent, golf clubs, yoga mat, swimsuit, clean workout wear, hiking shoes, a dress, high heels, a BB gun, and my fishing gear. This way, if I find a spare hour, I have a plethora of ways to take advantage of it. And, if someone issues an invitation at the last minute, I am prepared to do everything from the theater to a monster truck rally.
The worst thing is thinking, "Oh, that would be great but I'm not dressed/prepared for that." Your kit might be different, granted--Not everyone likes shooting at stuff. I don't know who those people are, but I'm sure they exist and I won't cast judgments on them in this blog.
Maxim #4
Maxim #4: Dishes and Laundry are NOT Reasons to Refuse a Good Invitation
Sure, there comes a point when you look around your home/apartment/parents' basement and think, "I really need to do something about these clothes/dishes/dust-bunnies." But, there's a difference between being a filthy person and having a normal-ish degree of messiness in your environment. So, while I don't advocate for letting your laundry go so long that it's talking to you or you're wearing swimsuit bottoms for underwear, or letting the Jenga-like pile of dishes cause you to resort to eating out of coffee filters, never let mundane chores keep you from a fun evening or weekend. Life's short, carry-out is cheap and maxi-dresses are a commando-gal's best fashion friend.
Note: Maxim #4.5 is always say "yes" to a good invitation. If you think too long, you'll say "no" and that's lame.
Sure, there comes a point when you look around your home/apartment/parents' basement and think, "I really need to do something about these clothes/dishes/dust-bunnies." But, there's a difference between being a filthy person and having a normal-ish degree of messiness in your environment. So, while I don't advocate for letting your laundry go so long that it's talking to you or you're wearing swimsuit bottoms for underwear, or letting the Jenga-like pile of dishes cause you to resort to eating out of coffee filters, never let mundane chores keep you from a fun evening or weekend. Life's short, carry-out is cheap and maxi-dresses are a commando-gal's best fashion friend.
Note: Maxim #4.5 is always say "yes" to a good invitation. If you think too long, you'll say "no" and that's lame.
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