The Evils of Procrastination

Carne Seca

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Two weeks ago I had some employee forms that needed filling out. I sent them the paperwork with a request for confirmation once they received it. I usually expect about a 70% success rate while I spend the next four or fives days tracking down the other 30% and cattle prod their butts. I even mailed out reminders with a tootsie roll treat inside (with my own money) to get people motivated. I sent out 4 memos over the last two weeks that the deadline was by 3:00pm today. Well at 10 minutes to 5 I got hit by no less than 40 emails with the completed surveys. Plus. I have about another 10% I haven't even heard from (Admins and Supervisors).

:wall:

Now my evening is going to be spent inputting the data. I had planned on setting aside time between 3-5 today to get this finished. Alas, it was not to be.

I think I'll make a game out of it.

DRUNKEN DATA ENTRY (not for the weak willed)

It's like Ninja Warrior but without all the sweating and breathing hard.

Anyway, I hate procrastinators. :cuss:
 
"Procrastination is like masturbation.
At first it feels good, but in the end you're only screwing yourself. " -Author Unknown
 
For some reason I read the subject of this as,
The Evils of Procreation
I'm sure that says something Freudian about me.
 
Don't put it off....

Sure but first analyze the issues and give it some thought. After a few days if you're still on the fence wait and see if something else comes along. There's more but I'll have to enlighten you later. I'm gonna watch the game now.
 
Sure but first analyze the issues and give it some thought. After a few days if you're still on the fence wait and see if something else comes along. There's more but I'll have to enlighten you later. I'm gonna watch the game now.
I'll try to remember to check back.
 
Hmmm...what if you never go back and do the thing that you kept putting off...what is the word for that...I mean it is the next level of procrastination...the not even doing anything at all ination?
 
I like you Beef Jerky, but you did this to yourself.

Why is your deadline the same as their deadline?

My deadline would have been after their deadline.

There would be ample time to input all the data from the people who followed the rule, i.e. their deadline.

And I would have enough time to hound the slackers into compliance and compile all the data.
 
Also, a 3:00 p.m. deadline?

Perhaps it would have been better if you had made it C.O.B. (close of business) on a certain date.

Obviously that's what the majority did anyway.

People fill out stupid company surveys at the last minute on the last day they can get away with it.

Know it and plan for it.
 
I like you Beef Jerky, but you did this to yourself.

Why is your deadline the same as their deadline?

My deadline would have been after their deadline.

There would be ample time to input all the data from the people who followed the rule, i.e. their deadline.

And I would have enough time to hound the slackers into compliance and compile all the data.

Also, a 3:00 p.m. deadline?

Perhaps it would have been better if you had made it C.O.B. (close of business) on a certain date.

Obviously that's what the majority did anyway.

People fill out stupid company surveys at the last minute on the last day they can get away with it.

Know it and plan for it.

Hindsight, J.O. :p Next time I will definitely follow your advice. I was thinking more about myself than my employees. Oh well, all done. And I even had time to cook dinner.
 
For some reason I read the subject of this as,
The Evils of Procreation
I'm sure that says something Freudian about me.

The evils of procreation are children. Who would have thought that an activity so fun would produce such screaming, crying, shitting, pissing, stinky, squirmy consequences.
 
The evils of procreation are children. Who would have thought that an activity so fun would produce such screaming, crying, shitting, pissing, stinky, squirmy consequences.

Any activity that leads to such screaming, crying, shitting, pissing, stinky, squirmy and just plain bloodyheaded consequences must by definition be compelling. Oh f*ck. cn
 
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