The secret of being productive at work
The supersonic days when you just tick off half your to-do list before regular office hours. In an hour. I love them. Just because they are rare, I think. Today is not such a day. I get distracted by the wandering chip bowl on the desk as a leftover from yesterday afternoon's eating attack. The flight path to Schiphol is today straight over the Pilotenstraat (due to the wind direction) and that results in every minute studying the underside of a Boeing The newest hotdog filter on Insta Stories is hi-la-rious, just like the cat video where I just tagged all your editors on Facebook. Lilian just texts me what juice I want from Joe & The Juice and I've been on that site ever since. By the way, I ordered a LARGE Iron Man, extremely curious about what they will come up with (I don't care, as long as it's good). The productivity level gives feverish signals that I need to start crossing off my to-do list like crazy, only I still have to make that list. Such a day. Such an evening too, by the way, because that's a bit of cause and effect.
Recently, I received the book ‘The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck’ in the mail. Mark Manson, blogger/author/entrepreneur, wrote the book for all self-help book haters. And I think I'm that type. Oh yes, sometimes I start with fresh reluctance, but the self-help writers help me around page ten with extremely creative scenarios that shoot me into space. Since Manson's book, I read the blog and on productive days, I let myself be read to. And there I saw how I can turn that non-productivity into nothing but work-rocking days. You actually need to work fewer hours to get more done. Ha, this is one I will hit everyone with at the drinks.
“Then you immediately learn how many f*cks you need to give about that eyebrow”
Muscles get tired with too much exercise. I get seriously tired with (too much) exercise anyway. Look, read our suggestions here)? I'm meanwhile scrolling through the first of the Monate like an addict through Elkes Nieuwsflix, but nothing, zip, nada. Even Netflix is acting suspicious... Quiet then. I want a sequel to my favorite and I want it now. But with a chronic shortage and the absence of rattling conversations, but for a moment. It doesn't really matter whether you exercise for one or two hours, the result of that extra hour is minimal for the body. Your muscles wear out and therefore nothing grows. It works the same way with the brain. It also gets a bit exhausted with too much thinking and that's why you get the concentration ability of Nothing, Nakkes, and Nadajoor. Mark Manson discovered this while writing his book. Everything he wrote in the first two hours of a workday was phenomenal, the rest was rubbish. Now to advocate for two-hour workdays is a bit much, but it just shows that hours, hours, huuuurs of overtime don't really make a difference.
In short, it makes no sense to push them to produce more. The stretch is out, it's utterly pointless. You'd better give it your all for one hour than to linger in the same gear for four hours. And it yields you more than all self-help books on earth. Do you get a raised eyebrow here and there in response to this unconventional way of thinking? Then read his book, and you'll immediately learn how many f*cks you need to give about that eyebrow.
