A Round Tuit

I am queen of Faff. If you want faffing done, call me. But be warned - I might not get around to your faffing, because I am too busy faffing for myself.

(Do blog posts themselves qualify as faffing, or are week-long gaps between blog posts evidence of an even higher form of faffing than that? Just a question.)

One of my recent Twitter conversations (Twitter is a fantastic tool for faffers) went like this:

• LadyoftheCoffee (that's me): Faffing. I am SO DAMN GOOD at faffing. I should be given an award
  
  
• marmaladekiss: at least you know what you're doing. Some people faff and call it work
  
  
• LadyoftheCoffee I shall become a freelance Faff Consultant, going into people's offices and reorganising their time-wasting strategies
  
  
• eurolush I have just looked faffing up in the urban dictionary . Well done. You are now officially wasting my time.*
  
  
• LadyoftheCoffee I warned you. I'm a professional.

Faffing should never be confused with pottering. Pottering is a relaxing activity, which possibly involves rearranging bouquets of flowers and fluffing cushions. Faffing results in the alarming realisation that the time you had in which to do a job is done, and you have nothing remotely life-enhancing to show for it.

However having been offered a spell of freelance work on top of my part-time job means my home faffing habit must go out of the window. That is, if I wish to achieve anything at all, and not sit in a pile of mismatched laundry with dust and unread books gathering at my feet.

I recently read someone recommending The Procrastinator's Guide to Success to people with a faffing problem. I have visited the link many times and wondered whether or not to click 'buy', but never actually made the decision.

The fact that I am failing to get on with ordering a book that claims to help people get on with things is a pitiful state of affairs.




(*This is not a direct quote, but taken from memory, since Eurolush is no longer a Twitterer. Gah. Maybe that's the kind of focus I need...)