Thursday, March 16, 2006
I'm Late, I'm Late...
I'm making a request for brainstorming strategies for being on time, managing time, and psychological reasons/stories for being late.
Here's the thing. I'm often 10-25 minutes late. Not good, I need to be bigger than this to accomplish my goals/missions.
Now my stories behind why I'm late are:
*1) I don't have an internal time clock in my brain and therefore can't accurately tell time (it was wiped out when I had head injury)
2) I have to use every minute up until the time I leave to finish all the projects I'm overextended on
3) Traffic is crazy and completely unpredictable in LA
Huh? Huh? Pretty good, right? Did I enroll any of you? Can I just keep being late?
Damn. I didn't think so.
Okay, so here's two strategies suggested to me already that I've started implementing:
1) Budget out day in 15 minute increments, and actually include blogging, email, web time.
2) Use my cell phone to set alarm reminders.
That first strategy in particular has given me some pretty interesting results. Makes me rebel a little, but also helps prove the point that being out of work TAKES A LOT OF EFFIN' WORK. At least 6 hours a day. Often really only have about 1 hour free. So the point is, I'm not out of work...I'm just not getting paid for it.
Reminds me of an anecdote from the Brick screening/Q & A last night (a podcast of which can be downloaded at iTunes, for you Scribosphere readers...and for my Michigan/heartland readers, yes Brick is worth driving a few hours to your closest independent cinema. It's that good). The writer/director Rian Johnson was talking about USC Film School's lack of career advice/strategizing, and how it basically added up to one brief interview with a career counselor with a heavy accent. The writer/director kept thinking he was being told to "Go where the other filmmakers go, and NOT WORK with them." Over and over, the counselor kept saying "NOT WORK." Rian finally realized twenty minutes into it guy was saying "NETWORK."
Okay, back to me and my issue. (See how I lose track of time? It's fun though, right?)
Here's a strategy I was given that I have not committed to implementing yet, that in fact made me want to take an oozie to my doctor (artiste-types are so tempermental):
1) Set cell phone or egg timer to off every 20 minutes for, oh let's say, THE REST OF MY LIFE.
Any other ideas, oh blogger community o' mine?