When I began my first appointment as a school administrator, I quickly found that a large part of my job was dealing with disciplinary issues that arose during the day. As a result, I dealt with students who tried to lie to get out of deserved consequences for inappropriate behavior. In addition, I found that I also dealt with a small number of parents who, in their effort to protect their children, would also bend the truth in an effort to get them out of trouble. Some parents truly believed their children, despite the mountain of evidence against them. Their children truly resided within the parent’s personal blind spot. Other parents actually out and out lied to me.


I’m presently preparing a presentation for a conference that will be held in May. I’ve placed a large piece of chart paper on my wall and have begun attaching Post-It Notes, on which I’ve written points that I intend to make during my presentation. Later, I’ll move and re-group these small points into larger groups that represent larger concepts. As I wrote and re-grouped, I became more aware of how easy the Post-It Notes made this process. I also began to think how indispensable these little colored pieces of paper have become to my productivity. Here is a few ways that I’ve been using them:
A week ago, I was out of town, spending time with my mother, who was very ill. After her passing, I returned to work after about five days away. I was greeted by a stuffed mailbox, an overflowing in-box, 700+ emails, and numerous voicemail messages. If you’re like me, you’ve got some strategies to help hack through the backlog and get your desktop back under control — or almost under control. One task, however, seems to stifle some executives: Catching up on reading submitted letters, reports, professional journals, manuscripts, etc. “To Read” piles can become mountainous if one does not bulldoze periodically.
Many of us love to travel. Some of us have to travel, whether we love it or not. In any case, one of the most frustrating things is to travel a substantial distance from home only to find that something, usually an important something, has been left behind. Unfortunately, the first evening is spent, not getting acquainted with our host, setting up the conference room, or unwinding by having a nice dinner out, but cruising the aisles of the local ubiquitous Wal-Mart searching for items that we forgot to pack. Although I love to travel, I invariably feel that I’ve cheated myself when this happens.
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