TARDY TO THE PARTY:
My dad’s side of the family is renowned for always being late. In fact, if I arrive somewhere on time (or within five minutes) I class that as being early. I used to stress out about it, and even attempted to become one of ‘those early people’ a few times, but the reality is I hate standing around waiting for things to start. It makes me irrationally angry. Being an extroverted-introvert, I also can’t bear mindless small talk: I’d much rather come flying in at the last second, do what I’m there to do, then dash off again. In fact, I’ve come to realise that I thrive on that ‘fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants’ feeling – a slight panic actually gets me motivated.
PUT IT OFF:
If I have two weeks to get something done, you can guarantee I’ll start it the evening before it’s due, then spend the next few hours cursing myself for not starting it sooner. But the funny thing is… I work better under pressure. Maybe it’s because I spent 20 years as a journalist meeting deadlines for some of the world’s most iconic titles (including Cosmopolitan, Marie Claire, The Guardian and Red), or because I don’t have time to overthink what I’m doing, or maybe it’s just the way I’m wired but my best work always happens when I’m seriously under the cosh.
I am utterly hopeless at directions when I’m driving. I can easily navigate my way around a strange city by foot and am usually quite logical, but the moment I get behind a wheel my sense of direction completely disappears. I’m that annoying driver who’s driving too slowly, peering at street signs, or pulling over every 10 minutes to try and figure out where the hell I am. The one who arrives at appointments even later than usual, because I’ve managed to go the wrong way at least twice during my journey. OH is utterly baffled by my directional ineptitude – I could literally get lost driving a straight line.
I’ve tried keeping a tidy workspace, I really have; I’ve probably kept WH Smith in business with the amount of penholders and folders and document trays I’ve bought over the years. But the moment I’ve neatly filed away all those paper piles, I can’t find a bloody thing! For some reason my brain responds better to sloppy towers than sensibly collated paperwork. Those haphazard piles? Sure, they’re not very aesthetic, but I (more or less) know where every single thing is. By an equally strange quirk, this ONLY applies to my workstation – I hate mess anywhere else in the house.
Yes, I’m one of those annoying people who knows a never-ending stream of random stuff. Mostly this is not useful day-to-day information, such as: When does the school term finish? Or, what time is that really important appointment? It’s stuff like – what’s the name of that disease that eats your flesh (necrotising fasciitis)? Or how many times has Kim Kardashian been married (three times: Damon Thomas, Kris Humphries and Kanye West)? Not particularly useful 98 percent of the time, but trust me – you want me on your team when you’re playing Trivial Pursuit.
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• have you read – ‘How to cope with parenting when you’re an extroverted-introvert‘?
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