Procrastination at 30,000 Feet…
Eight hours of distraction free time ahead of me. No phone calls. No meetings. Time to focus.
Laptop: out. Cables: connected. Mind: sharp.
Wait, the steward is approaching. Mustn't be rude.
“Yes, I’d love a glass of orange juice, oh and snacks too, crisps please!”
Right. Focus. Time to tackle this procrastination post.
It really does bother me, not because the task is particularly hard. I actually enjoy writing but it's just been so long… now it feels like finishing it will confirm I’m not completely inept.
But here I am, anxious about it.
Maybe a quick distraction will ease the stress. Just a little break. Let’s see what entertainment they have…
SLOW HORSES! I’ve been meaning to watch that! Just one episode. Then I'll start the blog post. Promise.
Three episodes later…Oh no! Okay. It’s fine. Still six hours left. Shut down the screen. Deep breath. Let’s go. Laptop open.
Wait, here comes the steward again. It’s meal time! Chicken or vegetarian? I always pick the chicken… but that veggie option sounds fancy. You know what, let’s take our time. Mealtimes are sacred after all.
One hour later
Meal: consumed. Mood: content. Laptop: open again. Cursor: blinking. Mind: …blank.
Maybe I should recline a little and extend the footrest, perhaps dim the lights. Although now I'm starting to feel drowsy…
Several hours later…
Wow. That was the best sleep I’ve had all month. I feel refreshed!
What’s the time…PANIC! Only two hours left!
Right, time to write, no more distractions…but first, loo break. Oh. A queue. Of course.
Note to self: feeding and hydrating 250 people simultaneously has consequences.
30 minutes later and its mission accomplished. Not the blog, I’m back in my seat. Laptop out again, right blog time.
I’ll just check my emails whilst I’m online. Oh—and that presentation slide needs tweaking…
Wait. I’ve checked my work emails but not personal ones, completely forgot, might as well do that now, will pass the time.
One hour later…Emails: replied. Presentation: polished. Focus: engaged. Let’s do this.
Landing announcement… oh.
Laptop shut. The Steward is giving me the look. Sigh.
Okay, tomorrow. I’ll write the blog tomorrow.
Definitely.
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