Time Management, Introvert Style


I have an addiction.

Ok, I have a bunch, but this one is quirky.

Ok, I have a bunch of them too. For instance, I can’t stand eating with other people in restaurants. For one, I don’t like all of the people. Secondly, I don’t like having my back to other people. But most importantly, I HATE watching other people eat. And in a restaurant, not only are they eating, but most people are also talking…with food in their mouth.

But back to my original quirky addiction I was thinking about.

Time management.

Sounds normal, right?

I have four walls in my office. I get it, most people who have offices probably have four walls. But each of those walls has a calendar on them. And I use them all. My desk also has a Dilbert daily desk calendar. My computer has Outlook calendar. My work phone has its blackberry calendar synced to my computer Outlook calendar. I have a daily planner. I have a large dry erase board right next to one of my calendars with important dates listed on them.

And I have watches. A lot of them. A stupid amount of them. I wear them all.

Not at the same time cause that would be weird. Besides, both my work phone and personal cell phone have clocks on them. And both of my desk phones have displays with the time on them. Come to think of it, they also have the date. Score!

Most years I don’t realize that it’s my birthday. Is that weird?

Supposedly I am an INTJ. That means that I am focused upon strategic, long-term planning. That doesn’t sound like me at all…lol.

I was reading that INTJs typically utilize a “calendar” or “planner” in life. I added the quotes to highlight that calendar and planner was used in the singular tense.

With all of my quirks, I’m surprised I am not single too.

For some reason my wife (The Hippy) agreed to marry me. She’s never on time for anything (that may not be totally accurate). By “on time” I mean 15 minutes early (that is totally accurate). She never wears a watch, even though I’ve bought her plenty. Couldn’t tell you what day of the month it is, much less the day of the week. She strolls through life on her own time. Much like, well, a hippy I guess.

Of course, she knows that I am always a phone call away to give her that info. Or four phone calls if she wants to call each of my phones while I am in the office.

The point of this, if there really is one, is that even though the personality tests seem to be pretty accurate, don’t keep yourself in those walls. Even if they all have a calendar. Or a clock…I forgot to mention the clock on my wall. And on my desk.


Anyway, while we all have some similarities, we are all also different in our own ways. Some of us have addictions…er, quirks. But we are all unique.

In today’s unrest all around us, grouping all people together with generalized labels don’t seem to help solve anything.

Unless you are my wife…she’s totally a hippy.