Piffling Improperly On A Wednesday Afternoon
This should be my life’s work. Give me a task with infinite niggling details (such as Photoshopping individual shadows onto jellybeans), and I can stay completely focused for hours on end, unswerving in my quest for perfection. Tasks with a larger scope are another story. Right now I am staring out my window. Earlier, I was checking on the Parade rose plant we now have on the other side of the room. I still have some lunch to nibble at throughout the afternoon. My paperclips have been sorted into sections of my desk organizer as used and not-used.
I could easily piffle away the afternoon on any number of things unrelated to my actual work at hand, because everything I have to do is bigger, like writing letters and handling money. (I just looked up “piffle”, and it actually means a little of what I intend, but a little more wet-blankety than I mean). If each of the things I have to shuffle around on a daily basis were the size of rice grains or pinheads, I would be one fastidious worker, I assure you. Not that I am not fastidious now, no; it’s just that my mind wanders if it isn’t being micro-managed by minutiae.
So, where was I? Oh, yes. I am just sort of all bouncing around and defocused today, so now we are simply going to have to follow random things that I come up with, ‘kay? Here goes:
I have now piffled (albeit improperly in the strictest sense) away my afternoon. If this were a respected skill with adequate remuneration, I’d be set.
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross has died at the age of 78.
Mark Thatcher, son of Margaret Thatcher, has been charged with helping to finance a coup plot in oil-rich Equatorial Guinea.