Such charts! Such beautiful, colorful charts! I hunger for their time charts.
But then reality sinks in. As xykademiqz described so eloquently (and I posted, too), charts are not for the likes of us INTP types. And even if the MBTI is invalid, I'm claiming that it is because it fits.
|Figure 1. Leuchtteurm1917 or . . .|
It's gotten so bad (or good) that if I do anything mildly work-related--write, read, grade papers, answer emails (especially answer emails)--I grab frantically for the black notebook to write down the time.
If I work, it's in there. If I waste time, it's in there. At least I know what I was supposed to be doing, because of the to-do list.
|Figure 2.. . . Moleskine? Name your poison.|
This is where the confetti bomb comes in. Suppose you're sitting in your office, as one does, grading papers, as one does, and keeping to your color-coded grading block.
Then, if you're a person in the world, and especially an administrative person in the world, someone walks in and says, in effect, "Congratulations! Here's a juicy, complex problem that it will take many phone calls, meetings, and a lot of thought to solve. Oh, and it needs a solution now."
That someone heaves a confetti bomb, which then detonates all over your desk.
Now, you could say this: "Now is my SACRED WRITING TIME or SACRED GRADING TIME or MY ORANGE BLOCK! Can't you see that it is my orange block and not a confetti block? Go away immediately. My chart says you can't be here."
Or you could do what most of us do.
Get to work cleaning up the confetti bomb, and write it in your notebook so you'll know why your best-laid plans gang aft agley.