See, we plan ahead, that way we don't do anything right now.
Kevin Bacon, Tremors
Every time I alter my schedule method to try to
accommodate the lady, or anybody or anything, the “requests” [usually
accompanied by one or another form of disguised threats (in her case, to hire
someone to do the work; in other cases, oh, it could be pretty much anything,
like do this when we tell you to or else: your car will not be road legal and
we’ll stop you and fine you and you’ll have to do it anyway; you will be in
arrears on your taxes and all kinds of further intimidation will take place;
we’ll arrest you and put you in jail because all citizens must serve on
jury duty otherwise the Amerikan justice system will not work—yeah, as if it
works now as it is)] for more immediate task results usually end up scuttling
my method, because my method works, when I do it my way: I
wait; everything is done in its own time, when its time has come. But
when I must do something right now or very soon because it
is so damn important to whatever Nazi says it is, I can’t handle it,
because, if it were truly so important as people will make it out to be, if it
were truly such an emergency that it be done now, there would be no
choice in the matter, not even a consideration for when it should be
done. True emergencies get taken care of immediately because there is no
choice; all other tasks get scheduled. So, the real issue becomes: whose
schedule are we going to use, mine or someone else’s? I say mine makes far more
sense. But ours is a culture of expediency. Get it done now, get it done fast,
and move on. Productivity reigns. What a bunch of bullshit.
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