4 July 2015
The weekend is when you finish the things you started during the week but left hanging because of all the pesky interruptions. It is also a time to move everything on your to-do list from last week to next week, and assure yourself that it wasn’t really urgent anyway. So I am at my computer replying to emails and sending some of my own. They are about all sorts of things, from IP insurance to diversity, regulation to international liaison. It is my own fault. Last year I rather stupidly said yes to everything. Yes I’ll do that for you. Yes I’ll set up a task force. Yes I’ll come to your meeting. Yes I’ll make a speech. Yes I’ll chair that committee. Yes I’ll support that project. Yes I’ll write a letter/agenda/report/proposal. Yes I’ll be your friend. Yes I’ll have another gin and tonic. Along with this, even more stupidly, came: Yes here’s my email address; contact me any time you like. Yes I’ll sort out your problem. Yes I’ll make sure people do stuff we haven’t been able to make them do for years. Yes a double would be nice; thank you. And underlying it all, of course, is: Yes I have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about.
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