On Monday many of my plans went awry. I can be a spur of the moment person. I can be a spontaneous person. I can roll with the flow. I really can, but…maybe I can only do it when I don’t really care about what’s going on. When I have my mind set on something, that’s the way I want it to happen.
First, I got a cancellation notice from a meeting I wanted to attend that night. I had my heart set on the meeting. I really, really wanted to go. I had been looking forward to it for a week. Then, with some lame (in my mind) excuse, it gets canceled. That’s aggravating.
Next I get to my second job, a cleaning job, to find that actual employees who work at that business are in my way. I like to clean the place a certain way, front to back, start at one specific point and end at another. But, when someone’s in your way, you have to start at the end and work your way toward the beginning (they were firmly planted at the beginning, in case you couldn’t figure that out).
Finally, my friend Kathy was supposed to show up around 5 PM to finish cutting down an apple tree we started a week ago. I stopped waiting for her at 5:40 PM.
I know the final one really isn’t a big deal and it really didn’t upset me. I can’t explain why the second one upset me. It’s just that I do things my way. When I wash the dishes, I start with the silverware. When I get ready in the morning, I put in my contacts before I brush my teeth. When I get to work in the morning, I go down through my task list from top to bottom. I can handle interruptions, really I can. They are fine. But if I had to go through my day doing all my tasks in reverse order, that would be grating. There’s a reason I put them in the order I did. Seriously. Order of importance, or finish this task so you have that information available to perform the next task.
Am I trying too hard to convince you that I’m not rigid, I’m just wisely methodical?