Conquering the To-Do List
To commemorate the Fourth of July holiday weekend, Jim and I decided to celebrate by spending an inordinate amount of our free time on the phone with huge, gigantic corporations who are, in effect, swindling us out of money.
And trust me on this: having a menstrual-related migraine while talking to friendly (read: chipper college graduates with very high-pitched voices) but terribly inefficient phone reps is really the way to make this a holiday to remember.
I have been putting off these two calls in particular despite having gotten awful service for months now. Our TV channels rarely work correctly, but after having called and emailed the company many times to get a workable solution with no results, I just gave it up. This means we pay a company every month for really bad service (if any channels come in at all), but I just didn’t have it in me to call and sit on hold. Again. Same goes for my cell phone company. My dad would point out that companies like this are counting on customers like me to just give up the fight, to keep paying away while the company doesn’t have to fix the serious problems I’m having with it. I agree with him in many instances, including this hypothetical one.
I’m tempted to say that this unwillingness to take care of business has to do with my migraine disease. Maybe on days when I’m feeling productive and healthy, I don’t want to spend up to an hour and a half on the phone with someone who will make promises which will then go unfulfilled. On the other hand, I don’t want to spend sick days—days like today—witnessing a slowly-worsening migraine progress as I listen to someone make promises wish will then go unfulfilled.
But maybe I’m just lazy. Maybe the migraine has nothing to do whatsoever with my reluctance to take care of every day things. I am good at writing thank you notes but slow to send them. I pack up boxes of books to return to publishers but take forever to photocopy and process the paperwork it takes to make the returns official. I am good at checking things off my to do list, except for those 3 or 4 tasks that get moved from one calendar day to the next until I finally get fed up and either delete them from the calendar all together (shhh!) or just suck it up and do them.
Of course these pesky to-do list items get more obnoxious when I’m having a particularly bad migraine period.
Do I just need to get off my butt and be an adult and stop whining? Cause I sure do hate calling 800 numbers and sitting on hold, and I sure do like to think that maybe it’s not just my laziness—maybe it has to do with my migraine.
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