If your life sucks, this might be why -
Are you getting caught up in stupid details and missing the big picture?
Yesterday, I wrote What’s your time worth? “Can you keep the change and I can leave?”
What's the point of that post?
You can often trade off a small amount of money to get out of short annoying situations.
I mentioned coffee as an example, but I don't think I've actually done it in a coffeehouse since I don't buy coffee to go. I have done it in 7-11, at bakeries, and similar places where there are staff who are doing things like cleaning who don't speed the line up at all, who are generally very happy to help a patron of the place leave faster and get cash at the same time.
Inevitably, some small-minded clowns are like, "No booo you can't do that!" They say "Go buy an espresso machine!"
Dude, we're not talking about coffee. We're talking about the fact that you can use a little creativity and a small amount of money to get out of bad situations and put your time to better use.
I've got more projects going on than anyone could possibly handle, and somehow, they're all happening. What's the least critical? The one where I've got the least promises made? It's the orphanage I'm building in Ulaanbaatar.
My architect is a bit of a flake (when you read this, you're brilliant but you're totally a flake, c'mon now we all know this; PS cut it out please) and I don't chase her down enough to keep things moving fast. Getting stuck in traffic, in stupid arguments, or in line all screw that up.
So I pay a few bucks to avoid it, and can spend more time on business, on reading, on writing, on building up the world, on building an orphanage, whatever.
It has nothing to do with coffee.
And this post? "Coffee's got nothing to do with it"? The big point has nothing to do with yesterday's post.
Sometimes you don't even have to shell out extra bucks to avoid that awful passive inactivity, the way around can be right there for free and you just need some willpower to sacrifice a little comfort.
Consider my illustration:
(//there seems to be no way to embed images here in comments, maybe it's a good idea to add such plugin to wordpress?)
Moscow metro. Traveling stairs. One's working and the other is not. The only excuse for not avoiding that stupid crowd is health reasons.
All those coffee shop example haters from the comments would probably be more pleased by this example.
Simple explanation to the negative comments. There's a higher number of people that stand in line in life than try and understand where to finish up and save time WITHOUT it being at the expense of others. Those people who stand in line have to come from somewhere right?
There's usually lots of hate on the comments here.
Sebastian has a really pissed off audience; at least, part of it.
I've noticed there are a lot of commenters who don't "get" you. It's like they have a different sense of life entirely, which means they mis-parse everything you write and try to turn it into the worst possible version of what you wrote.
I do get you, however, and sense a kindred personality, so I'm getting hooked more and more hooked on your blog.
Btw, could we have a list of your projects? I bet it would be inspiring :)
There was a detail about paying someone who's not serving customers or making coffee to make your coffee.
You're paying someone to start making coffee for a little bit, so you're not impinging on other people's time, unless there's a bottleneck of coffee machines. Not totally sure if there is, I'll need to pay attention next time I'm getting coffee and there's a line.
Don't you get it? TIme is money. If you pay for the time, it's effect is just a condition of the social conditioning we were simply conditioned to live by.
Go back to college maybe try the Jesuits they'll sure teach you a lot about these kind of things.
Then put on your big boy pants and stop fucking posting. You're stealing time from those of us who have to sift through your ego stroking before we can read the constructive comments.
Wouldn't a respected strategist be already ahead enough of schedule to just wait those few minutes in line? A modest strategist would think of useful things to do standing in line: check and respond to emails or messages, review appointments, write down the cost of the coffee into my daily tracker of money spent, make small talk to cute girls (provided there are any of them), call my architect to speed up a project. That's just from the top of my head. I'm sure a guy like you, who dedicates to planning and tracking can think of many more useful stuff to do. Here's a challenge: you have a disease, a condition, that makes you completely immobile in the standing position for 10/20/45 minutes every day. How do you make good use of it? Cause that's what this is all about.
There is no point in
a) borderline bribery to get what you want ahead of others;
b) making others look like chumps;
c) thinking your time is more important than others (you might spend it better, that doesn't make it more important).
Bottom line: someone careful and conscious about his own time is also very conscious and respectful about the time of others.
Awesome email here -
One of the 900 here -- and this is my FIRST time ever emailing a Blog. I was a little hesitant to write this actually, in part because I so enjoy your blog that I almost didn't want to "burst the bubble". But after reading a lot of posts and already having spent quite a bit of time previously ( and constantly ) in introspection, I would really appreciate your input on a major stumbling block....
My short question is: How do you connect with someone? And, secondly, based on your preference of doing away with pleasantries / small talk, how do you connect with someone without the seemingly required "pleasantry" stage of a conversation?
I used to visit the coffee shop on 24th street, everyday for my normal dosage of caffeine. It started when I was sixteen, working a retail job at Old Navy on 68th street. Normally, I'd catch the train from Long Island, and then get off and walk the rest of the way. There was this African-American guy that would always sit in the coffee shop with his notebook and small dollar cup of coffee.
There wasn't a day that I wouldn't catch him sitting in the same old spot, cornered at the very last table to the back of the coffee shop by the window. On my sick days to work, he'd be in here drinking nothing but that coffee. There may have been once when I saw him with a bottle of water and a croissant.
I was having a bad day one of my days off, so I decided to leave home and take the train to sit in the coffee shop. It wasn't anything significant, but a quiet environment with friendly people who sat at separate tables, either reading newspapers or drinking Lipton Green Tea. That day, there were no more seats so I asked the man who I'd always see writing, if I could have a seat.
"Umm, Hello." I said.