Why excuses are killing our nation!
So while I was sitting at my desk this morning at 04:30 sorting through all the medial tasks I have to do on top of what I would consider the meat and potatoes of my job, I wondered what it is about me that separates myself from all the others that I work with. Why is it that everyone else goes through the day seemingly buried by all their work? Why does everyone else always pop off as though they are so stressed out? Why is everyone around me constantly being asked if they finished this or that? What is it that is killing the productivity of this office? For starters, I thought about this while I was once again the only person in the office. That isn’t it though, I’m fully aware that out of everyone here I work pretty much the same amount of hours. So if it isn’t hours worked then what could it be? As others file into the office, the day begins unfolding just the same as any other Monday. The smell of coffee freshly brewed fills the room. This is followed shortly by polit...