I’ll admit it. I am currently procrastinating. This would not be a problem if it was the first day I had been putting things off. Nope. It’s been a solid week of no work for this chick. Felt great, too, until around 7:30 this morning. And yet, here I sit, typing out a new blog. My one defense is that it’s on a completely relevant topic: procrastination.
We’ve all done it. Whether we’re trying to avoid schoolwork, shopping for that incredibly finicky friend’s birthday, or applying for jobs, it’s an epidemic. I usually explain it away by saying, “Well, I work better under pressure,” and this might be true. However, here’s when I know I’m getting really desperate for procrastination activities:
1. I actually want to work on my survival job resume. This is a welcome task, something to celebrate.
2. I call home for the seventh time that day, and my mother suggests that I “go play outside with the other kids.”
3. Every single edible thing in reach is in danger. And I’ve just eaten lunch. For the second time. In an hour.
4. I tell my roommate that I’m going to the gym by myself on a Saturday, and I’m not joking.
5. I think it’s high time I pull out those bank statements and receipts and balance my checkbook. And, hey! While I’m at it, why not draw up a little financial plan for the next five years?
6. I run out of Prairie Home Companions to listen to, and start writing my own.
Yes, it’s beginning to look like the end of my procrastination is drawing near. Or it did. Until I got this text, actually, while I was writing this: Water Balloon Fight. 4:30. Damn. My homework plans foiled again. Well, at least I’m succeeding at one thing, right? I mean, no one can say, after this week, that I can’t avoid work as well as the next college senior. And this skill is just bound to come in handy, time and again.