Alright so last Tuesday I woke up like “dang this work thing ain’t working” – felt totally stuck staring at my laptop like it owed me money. Decided my Virgo self needed actual action, not just another spreadsheet. Grabbed my coffee-stained planner first thing.
The Starting Mess
Actually opened that Virgo horoscope post everybody kept tagging me in. Normally I’d roll my eyes, but hey – desperate times. Top advice screamed “organize small tasks first, not big dreams.” Made me snort. My to-do list looked like a novel draft. So I did the unthinkable:
- Tore yesterday’s crumpled coffee-ringed list in half.
- Scribbled just THREE things on sticky notes: reply to client Mike, fix printer settings, drink water before noon.
- Slapped ’em dead center on my monitor frame so my eyes couldn’t escape.
Felt ridiculous. Like using training wheels.
The Midday Disaster Zone
Of course Karen from accounting barged in at 10am ranting about budget sheets. Old me would’ve spiraled rearranging numbers for two hours. Instead, I pointed at my stupid sticky notes: “Give me 15 mins for these, or I’ll forget Mike’s deadline.” Left her blinking while I hammered out that email. Printer jammed next – obviously. Took three deep Virgo breaths, googled the error code instead of kicking it, found a YouTube comment fix. Drank my water triumphantly at 11:52.
Surprise Payoff
By 3pm? Hit my mini-goals. Felt suspiciously light-headed. Not caffeine – accomplishment. Mike replied with “Thanks for the FAST turnaround” (his caps, not mine). Even rebooted the printer without swearing. Next day? Copied the method:
- Five stickies max
- Stupid simple stuff only
- No moving them till done
Friday? Boss randomly said my reports were “less chaotic.” Might be a Virgo record. Still hate horoscopes though.
