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Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in
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I have a degree in faffology
Thursday, June 30, 2005
To faff. Ah yes, the lighter, less-maligned version of procrastination (I think this means it's okay to faff a little bit, but not okay to procrastinate.)

Actually the correct definition is:

faff [a word given freely to the world by the Brits, which was very kind of them] to spend your time doing a lot of unimportant things instead of the thing I wish you'd stop faffing about and do.

But anyway I faff a lot.

I don't know why it takes me so long to leave the house. When I think I am ready it's just a mirage of readiness, because I have to still go back upstairs to get my sunglasses, or my scarf, or fix my hair one more time.

Then there is the faffing that happens once I'm out the door. Like, did i really lock the door? Then I have to go back and check it. And some umming and ahing about inane things - like should I take my gym gear to work in case I eat too much chocolate during the day and have to go work it off (This morning I said no to gym wear but I didn't say no to too much chocolate)

Okay, yeah, I faff. I don't know where my propensity to faff came from but at least I've admitted it. Now where are the 12 steps that allow me to be released from faffing?
posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:40 AM    
2 Comments:
  • At 1:50 PM, Gooberman said…

    Hello, my name is gooberman...and I am a faff-aholic. I am the president of the Faffalooains of America. The whole direction of my company is to go about trying to check our checklist to make sure we are ready to even think about the direction of the company and to make sure we eventually get around to it. I was surprised to see your resume not yet posted on web. Maybe eventually you will get to it.

     
  • At 2:03 PM, Cleo Twyford said…

    Hee heeeeeeeee. That provided the best giggle of the day so far.

     
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