procrastination and deadlines

I don't do well under pressure, deadlines were created for those other people who need fire under their butts to work. Not me. I work just great until someone tells me I have to get something to them by a certain date. Then, I start procrastinating, motivation flags, and I basically freak out. What is it about the deadline-driven folks? How do you do it under the added pressure of a ticking clock?

Getting out and getting stuff done

Usually my Saturdays are pretty low key, I don't bust my butt to try to get a lot of school stuff done. Its like a bonus work day if I do get anything done. I always work on Sundays, so I figure one day off a week is decent. Today, however, was different. I spent much of the day at my office on campus. I'm amazed at how just getting out and getting in that work environment is conducive to getting work done. Now I'm experiencing my usual problem of trying to wind down after such a productive stint. I have to strike that balance of not getting too excited about work when I have returned home, so that I can fall asleep. To that effect, I'm sipping on the chamomile tea that was part of my birthday care package from my friend S. who lives in the desert and knows me too well. Yay for friends who know what you need and send it to you!

vegan organic with a little surprise tucked in

As an on-the-go vegetarian, I'm a huge fan of granola bars because they seem to be one of the few portable yet relatively healthy snacks available. Today, I grabbed one of these think Organic bars. What could be tastier than two of my favorite flavors that make a great combo -- chocolate coconut? And though it was mighty tasty, it was only after I had devoured the entire thing and was fiddling around with the wrapper that I realized it has a whopping 9 grams of fat in a single bar, that is 80 Fat Calories from a 160 Calorie bar. So.not.good. Wouldn't it be better to just have a snack size Almond Joy instead? Yep. It would be 5 less grams of fat. I just checked. There is something really wrong with that.

deadline nightmare

The big bad deadline, Oct. 1st, which looks like a giant, bald, white male in my dream, was trying to get me last night. I thought I had locked all the doors before I went to bed, but the deadline sneaked in through a side door that I had inadvertently left open because I was really tired when I was checking the doors. As I heard him approaching my bedroom, I hid under the covers and reached for my pepper spray, wondering if the little bottle of spray was going to be enough to even make him sneeze because the deadline was truly gigantic!

You'd think that with all that fear coursing through my veins, productivity would be fantastic. Not so much. Here's hoping I get some real sleep tonight and writing done tomorrow.