What’s the Rush?

In previous posts about my dorfenbergerthalamus, I have mentioned that I have full-blown panic attacks if I am not early for an event.  I’m a bit more lackadaisical about other types of deadlines for some reason.  And if there is no deadline at all, well…

It doesn’t help that my procrastination consistently gets rewarded.  For example, when people submit things that they would like to post to one of the websites I manage, it’s inevitable that they will make revisions two or three times.  So, why post it immediately?  Instead, I use what I like to think of as the Microwave Popcorn Approach.  Don’t open the door until there’s at least 3 seconds between pops.  In life this translates to: don’t take action until people calm down and move on to the next emergency.

Or unless you smell smoke.  Then you should probably move your butt pretty fast.

So, when Toyota sent me a recall notice, I set it aside and made a mental note to take the car in if I smelled smoke.  Which I would probably have done without the recall notice anyway.

Then I got a couple more notices.  The popcorn kept on popping.

Then I didn’t hear anything.

Recently, I noticed the Toyota recall notice at the bottom of a stack of paperwork that includes orders to get a mammogram from two years ago.

“Hmm.  Let’s see.  Spend Thanksgiving holiday getting my breasts smushed or hanging out in the lounge at Toyota?” I thought to myself.  Pretty much anything wins over smushed breasts.

Then I got the next recall notice.  Recalling the correction of their recall.  Basically, whatever they did to fix the problem for all the poor suckers who dutifully raced in there after the first notice did not work. So now those conscientious people get to bring their vehicles back in.  Not yet, though.  We will all be informed when the correction of the correction is ready to be implemented.

And yes, I am well aware of the fact that my glee over these circumstances dooms me to losing my carburetor on the highway while I’m going 65 mph and singing “Roar” at the top of my lungs.

Nevertheless, I feel procrastination has won out once again.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to make a quick dash to the kitchen to see if I can put a stop to that annoying, high-pitched sound.  I guess my popcorn is finally done.


Posted on October 22, 2013, in Humor and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 28 Comments.

  1. You know the words to Roar? I’m impressed!

  2. I’d be the dork in there 5 minutes after the first recall notice. Colonoscopy…. Not so much.

  3. Unsafe medical things or car recalls… I pick neither.

  4. I didn’t know there was a song call Roar and just thought when you drove you screamed out roar lion styley to pass the time :0S

  5. Too funny! Hubby and I had this exact conversation just last night. It’s amazing how many “emergencies” just go away if you ignore them for a little while. Mind you, those are other people’s emergencies I’m talking about. My emergencies are always critically important.

  6. Recalls are for sissies.

  7. I LOVE this post! Justification for procrastination! YES!

  8. I’ve been blowing off a Ford recall for years.
    Car hasn’t blown up.

  9. Most of those notices get tossed in the recycle bin before I realize what the heck they are. Honda hasn’t blown up yet either. Oh well…

  10. LOL….. if it isnt on fire why worry? right?
    -the collies and chuck 🙂

  11. “roar” is super catchy. I seem to procrastinate about the big stuff, too! 😦

  12. we usually just keep the recall notices in a file until we sell the vehicle (or the motor falls out). I love when procrastination wins.

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