I once tried to organize myself by scheduling every moment of my life.
The causal factor to this were three things. The first was that American Pyscho taught me that most important people with successful wall-street jobs, slick haircuts, blackberries and ridiculously white teeth seemed to have had schedules. The second was that I had three assignments due in the next 18hours and I had started on none of them. The third was that I needed to get organised. So instead of starting any of the assignments, I decided to make a schedule to organize the manner in which I would start assignments and my life in general.
Here is an example of one:
The problem with making schedules for yourself is that you always to forget the fact that you're not the latest innovative Apple gadget. You are a sloppy tonne of mess structured by a skeleton. You think too highly of yourself, your productive capacities, your self-discipline, self-control and the anarchic way reality is ordered.
For about a month or so I did stick to my schedule and things were working smoothly. But then the high of being routinely productive wore off and slowly chips started to fall. Concessions were created. Time blended together. The internet existed. Procrastination got the better of me.
In the end my schedule ended up looking like this:
However in all fairness, timetables and schedules just don't work. Cityrail have been attempting to follow schedules and timetables for it's entire career. Go figure the success rate on that one.
Another way I tried to combat my lack of organisation was by keeping a diary.
The problem with diaries though is that no one really uses them anymore unless you are the CEO of a multimillionare firm, and at the time I was not. So I kept thinking people were judging me when I would retrieve it from my bag to check things.
So instead, I began putting reminders on my mobile of the tasks I needed to complete or plans I had. The problem with that was that during the time I adopted this method I had a shitty Samsung brick as my phone where some of the keys were punched in or not working. This meant that there were parts of my phones I could access and parts I could not. One of the parts I could access was my calender and setting reminders. The parts I couldn't access was changing my reminder alarm to silent, vibrate or something that was not Bohemian Rhapsody.
I also have a habit of keeping my phone in my bra because I never went through puberty properly and girl clothes never have pockets.
As a result stuff like this would happen:
The only good that came out of that was getting so annoyed I smashed my phone. Then I had to buy a new phone with a shitload of gadgets and a built in knife.
My most recent attempt to organize myself was by cleaning my room.
I should probably get back to that.
The causal factor to this were three things. The first was that American Pyscho taught me that most important people with successful wall-street jobs, slick haircuts, blackberries and ridiculously white teeth seemed to have had schedules. The second was that I had three assignments due in the next 18hours and I had started on none of them. The third was that I needed to get organised. So instead of starting any of the assignments, I decided to make a schedule to organize the manner in which I would start assignments and my life in general.
Here is an example of one:
The problem with making schedules for yourself is that you always to forget the fact that you're not the latest innovative Apple gadget. You are a sloppy tonne of mess structured by a skeleton. You think too highly of yourself, your productive capacities, your self-discipline, self-control and the anarchic way reality is ordered.
For about a month or so I did stick to my schedule and things were working smoothly. But then the high of being routinely productive wore off and slowly chips started to fall. Concessions were created. Time blended together. The internet existed. Procrastination got the better of me.
In the end my schedule ended up looking like this:
However in all fairness, timetables and schedules just don't work. Cityrail have been attempting to follow schedules and timetables for it's entire career. Go figure the success rate on that one.
Another way I tried to combat my lack of organisation was by keeping a diary.
The problem with diaries though is that no one really uses them anymore unless you are the CEO of a multimillionare firm, and at the time I was not. So I kept thinking people were judging me when I would retrieve it from my bag to check things.
So instead, I began putting reminders on my mobile of the tasks I needed to complete or plans I had. The problem with that was that during the time I adopted this method I had a shitty Samsung brick as my phone where some of the keys were punched in or not working. This meant that there were parts of my phones I could access and parts I could not. One of the parts I could access was my calender and setting reminders. The parts I couldn't access was changing my reminder alarm to silent, vibrate or something that was not Bohemian Rhapsody.
I also have a habit of keeping my phone in my bra because I never went through puberty properly and girl clothes never have pockets.
As a result stuff like this would happen:
The only good that came out of that was getting so annoyed I smashed my phone. Then I had to buy a new phone with a shitload of gadgets and a built in knife.
My most recent attempt to organize myself was by cleaning my room.
I should probably get back to that.
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