Idle hands are the devil's playground

Boy was today a big get nothing done day. How do you leave the house at seven a.m. and get home at eight p.m. and not accomplish more than forty five minutes of real actual work in between?

• 8:30 - 10:00 Go to gym.
• 10:30 - 11:30 Talky work meeting with someone you like. Deviate from work a bit.
• 11:45 - 1:00 Take a job candidate out to lunch.
• 1:00 - 2:30 Go hear Malcolm Gladwell talk. Wow. :) Good stuff.
• 2:30 - 3:00 Drive coworkers to Starbucks on way home.
• 3:00 - 3:20 Talk to someone about their recent job interview.
• 3:20 - 3:45 Accomplish 25 minutes of work.
• 3:45 - 4:30 Go take care of the truly scary task you've been avoiding all day.
• 4:30 - 4:40 Bask in the relief of having that over with.
• 4:40 - 5:00 Accomplish 20 minutes of work.
• 5:00 - 5:30 Scarf down salad and send a few emails.
• 5:30 - Run off to French For Travellers class.

Forty five minutes.

Of course, most days I'm convinced I accomplish about twelve hours of measurable work in nine or so hours, so I guess it evens out. But still, this felt like a vacation, almost. No spreadsheets? No number crunching? Heaven.