Back at the rodeo, chores are left undone. The work is waiting for me and I dive in, efficiently slashing my way through the paperwork, ordering the feed, tending to the animals. I’m always most efficient right before and right after a holiday. That’s when tough decisions are made. That’s when it’s easiest to say, “I ain’t got time for that”.
I go down my email list: delete, delete, delete, later, later, delete, delete, delete, later, pin that one…I fire off short answers, canned answers to many. I’ve been using Spark mail for the last few years because it allows me to easily accomplish my zero inbox policy goal. (I use Bear to save emails that I might need later.)
But none of it really matters. Even presidents, prime ministers and more important people go golfing and sleep in and take themselves off the grid. I’m not that important. I’m easily replaceable. Everything I do can wait, or be done by someone else, maybe a nicer and cuter version of me, one that’s not bow-legged and balding, with a bad attitude.
I let myself into the office and set myself up in the boardroom. Bucktooth Dave is away this week, he’s got a big trailer on a manmade lake just east of here. He drives around in a golf cart and joins shuffleboard and backgammon tournaments. He says he’s available, but I’m not going to need him.
Before he left, he gave me, me, the extra set of keys to the office. I was locked out because another cowboy went home and left the lockbox keys in the office kitchen.
Bucky Dave said, “you use the office the most so you can have the extra keys”. When I told the missus, she said, “you are always special, you know why that is?’
I said, “why don’t you show me.”