Making long lists is so anal. And it reminds me of high school. Yep. Didn’t do too well with that. They expelled me. That was the nicest thing the City of New York School Department ever did for me. It freed me up to go down to Greenwich Village and become a certified, registered, and unrepentant Folkie. Down there, we made it clear that long lists were the Devil’s work and a sign you were working for the Establishment. No way!
FLASH Alert!!!!! I did spend some years working for the Feds. But I ran Folklife programs – I worked with musicians and craftspeople. Not your typical take a number, sit on the couch until you are called civil service job. I was always recognizable as a rebel, even if I wore my hair short, wore a three-piece suit, and Oxford shoes. Driving into the parking lot in the morning, I was the jive ass dude rocking away to George Clinton and Parliament-Funkadelic. ” Come on! Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip, And come on up to the Mothership.” The Jury was not out on me.
Nope, not your average Civil servant. Ask me to make lists, and you’d get maybe three items. You need to concentrate on the first three, and then work your way down. But a list too long and you’d confuse priorities on a to-do list. On my achievements list, you’d get too puffed up on yourself. So keep it simple;
Know your priorities, keep focused. And don’t get distracted.
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