This is Steaver Robbins. Welcome to the Get It Done guys quick and dirty tips to work less and do more.

It's early morning. Oh boy, I just love early morning. The sun is shining, friendly people are walking around outside and my clock reads 10 a.m.

Oh, yes. Early morning is fantastic. I leap out of bed, and I turn on the coffee

percolator. Intern M.G. got me addicted to coffee, and then he quit the caffeinated dominatrix,

leaving me as her sole whipping boy. And while the fragrant smell begins to waft through the

apartment, yum, artisanal Maxwell House.

I look over today's schedule to find out what horrible, demonizing, crushing defeats the world has in store for me today.

I used to be bright and optimistic, but life's harsh realities cured me of that in no time.

There, at 11 a.m.

It's a calendar meeting with, with Steaver. And again at 1 p.m.

And 2 p.m. and 3 p.m. Stever, stever, stever. Well, it looks like it's an entire day scheduled just for me. Yay! Turn off the computer. Turn off the cell phone. Pull out the focus work and get

right down to it. Des designing an invention that will finally

fix all of the world's problems. And when I say finally, I mean finally, there is no problem

that can't be solved if everyone's clothes suddenly change into flower print mumoos. So beat the

rush and get yours fitted now. Time passes. Tick-tok, tick-tok, tick-tok. Whoa, it's five o'clock. Time to wrap up for the day.

I happily turn on my cell phone and there are an awful lot of voicemails. Hmm, the first is from the lawyer.

$25 million was supposed to be wired into my bank account today, but since I wasn't at my phone for the

11 o'clock meeting, the deposed Nigerian prince decided to get someone else to do the

transaction. And the one o'clock meeting was with my friend who lost their wallet while traveling

and needed me to wire them 5,000 pounds immediately so they could pay their hotel bill. They

found someone else to wire the money,

and now I've lost the chance to demonstrate what a good friend I am. And the two o'clock meeting was with Mrs. Betty Alexander, whose late husband chose my email address at random to leave his

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