The first time I heard the expression ‘sense of urgency,’ it was from the assistant manager at Tex-Mex joint I was bussing tables in during high school. He suggested that everyone’s evening would go a bit better if I could discover this ‘sense of urgency.’ And while I could see his point, I wondered to myself when was the last time he scraped a petrified amalgam of refried beans and cheese off a stack of plates taller than a fake saguaro cactus.
Also, for all you middle-managers out there, it is difficult to maintain a permanent sense of urgency without triggering a histamine response or hurling yourself into the abyss of apathy, from which I may not have escaped since having a 50-gallon garbage bag full of the aforementioned comestibles tear and spill all over me.
Is it a digression if you haven’t ever gotten to the point to begin with?
I was Slacking with Padraig, which is 2022 speak for corresponding with him via internet application, and he mentioned that his new mountain bike had arrived and that he was awfully close to having it fully assembled. We were in the midst of appointing a time to record The Paceline, which, when you’re on an editorial schedule, is a semi-urgent thing to do, especially when you’ve had to cancel the two previous weeks for events beyond anyone’s control.
I want you to know that I love and value each of you. You are almost literally why I get out of bed in the morning (actual answer: coffee). But there are priorities that are occasionally higher than your everyday top priority, like there are perfectly good reasons to drop a baby; they just don’t come along very often.
Also, (required by legal dept) don’t drop babies.
But do probably finish assembling your brand-new mountain bike. In fact, push old ladies out of the way to do so if necessary. Cancel high risk medical screenings. Take the phone off the hook (JK, that’s not a thing). And get to the very serious business of making that bike whole and well and ready to ride.
Look, I’ve done my research and made my notes. I’m ready to record a podcast. And I know you. You’re ready to listen to all the pearls of bikey wisdom we’ve prepared for you. After all, what else are you going to listen to while your dog sniffs mailboxes and delivers his/her daily bounty of doggie effluent to be bagged and carted away still warm? You need us to get on with things.
But I told Padraig, “Forget the podcast. Get thee to the shreddery.” There are things more important than work in this life, and riding a new bike is one of them.
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