Last Minute Magic

I've grown up to be a fairly responsible adult. Granted, my standards for this are low--paying my cable bill on time, remembering my dad's birthday, doing my laundry before I'm down to one pair of clean boxers, and a million other things you probably take for granted.

Time management is still an issue though. Not when it really counts, mind you. When I'm at work, I can get more done in half a day than some of my coworkers do in two. Getting to work on time, on the other hand, not so much.

My problem isn't a lack of time to get stuff done. Not by a long shot. Say I have to be at work at eight, like this morning. I was up at six-thirty, out of the shower and dressed by five to seven. If I leave my house at seven, I'm at work in forty minutes. Due to the vagaries of suburban traffic, if I leave my house at ten after, I'm at work at five after eight. So what do I do this morning? I put my jacket on, get my shit together to leave...and sit down at my computer, reading blogs and sports news I could easily get at my desk, until seven-fifteen. I'm a moron.

I have a similar problem Christmas shopping. I had plenty of time to get it all done, just like the rest of y'all. I got the remix taken care of early, because I knew exactly what to get and where to get it, and because she's the one I'm most excited to give a gift to. The rest of my gifts, though? I feel like I still have time. I do, sort of. But then again...my family is exchanging gifts next Sunday. Between now and then, I have two Christmas parties, my brother's graduation party, a trip to St. Louis for a Bears game, a Holiday reception for a work event, and probably at least one more after-hours work event. So how many shopping day do I have left? One. Next Wednesday or Thursday, whichever I have free. And here I sit bitching to the internet about how little time I have left to go shopping. Awesome.