Botched


The morning dawns with me bounding out of bed, enthusiasm pulsating through my veins. With a cup of fresh ground black coffee in my hand, I step outside inhaling the fresh morning air. An enjoyable breakfast with family awaits. With a rejuvenated mind I blog away. The words fly.  The day is mine.

This is life.

Then I see it, out of the corner of my eye, a tiny glint. I turn my head, clearly recognizing the flicker of a fuse. A really, really short fuse. Before my brain can tell my foot to stomp, it blows. Right in my face. The is day transformed.

This all happened after so boldly stating on my blog the benefits of goal setting. I had prioritized my tasks for the day by importance. Vowing not to deviate from the high priority duties, I published them for all to see.

We have been frantically working to get this job completed. The customer thought we should have his order finished before he actually ordered it. He said “I told you to start working on it, I might place an order”. Anyway, that was last week and this week we feverishly attempt to please the man. As I try to remove the first part from the mold, it refuses to be liberated. It will not be moved. I pound, pry and pull to no avail. Permanently botched.

Not only does this mean the part is ruined, so is the mold. The part and the mold have formed a union, inseparable even in death. Death by dumpster.

On days like this I would be better off punching the clock. I’d at least be getting paid today rather than watching two weeks’ wages flush down the toilet. Add in the element of infuriating an already ticked customer by the delay and I have grounds for depression.

As I sit to eat lunch with my wife I tell her I am practically sick. She is alarmed. Life rarely ekes any emotion out of me.

I am faced with a choice. Do I deviate from the aforementioned plan or stay the course?

I stay the course. To my amazement it worked. I kept the tasks I deemed high priority on top of the list and added “building a new mold” next in line. As I plugged along I got a fairly good start on the new mold that day yet.

The lesson I learned: by having goals I could maintain my sanity and achieve much. It also produced energy in other areas. In the evening I decided to start mowing the yard to get a jump on the next day. “I’ll mow the back yard” I told myself. Before I knew it I was mowing the side yard and continuing to the front till I was finished. This is an unprecedented act; Dave mowing the entire yard in one evening.

Where did the energy and motivation come from? Could it have been from merely thinking about what was important and listing it as such?

I believe it could.

I find it ironic that something so simple can produce something so big. And yet I fail to do it.

Tomorrow I will again make a list. Not just any list but a list of items of long-term importance.

Will you?

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Published in: on May 27, 2010 at 9:51 pm  Comments (2)  

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  1. I am in the middle of working on that,end of the day shut down 15 min before quiting to get my lst for the next day

  2. Wow. Good stuff. I’ve been trying to figure that out myself. It seems too overwhelming to look at it all at once.


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