A Key In Hand Is Worth A Thousand On My Desk (standard:humor, 932 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Apr 25 2005	Views/Reads: 3553/2264	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A key fault I have, and I can only talk about one fault at a time, is the tendency to get busy. I often find myself chasing my own tail. What I will do with it when I catch it is beyond my understanding. However, this notwithstanding, I fall into the trap

A key fault I have, and I can only talk about one fault at a time, is
the tendency to get busy. I often find myself chasing my own tail. What 
I will do with it when I catch it is beyond my understanding. However, 
this notwithstanding, I fall into the trap time after time of getting 
too busy for my own good. 

The faster I try to go; the less I seem to accomplish. 

This past week proved no exception; in fact, everything came to a head
on Monday. I had my To-Do-List all prioritized and neatly written on 
several 3 by 5 cards stuffed in my shirt pocket. Earlier I went through 
them item by item to make sure I could maximize the day. After all, 
"The early bird catches the worm." 

Being the turkey I am, I have no idea what I'm going to do with the worm
when I catch it, particularly if it's early in the morning when all I 
want is a good cup of coffee. Yet, I can often be found imitating that 
"early bird" scurrying around with my list of important things to do. 

Getting back to my Monday catastrophe, and I can't think of another word
that adequately describes last Monday. Sure, I've had catastrophes 
before. But this one was the wicked stepmother of all catastrophes. 

After organizing my 3 by 5 cards, I made some mental notes as to how
long each job would take. Returning those cards to my shirt pocket, I 
smiled the smile of one who has conquered his day. I felt good about 
myself and was anxious to get started on my day. 

My day started out rather well. In fact, I discovered by mid-morning I
was ahead of schedule. I chuckled to myself and thought, "next time 
I'll have a longer To-Do-List." 

Suddenly, everything came to a screech owl halt. 

I needed to pick up something at my office, which would only take a
moment. I pulled up to my office door, jumped out of the car and 
unlocked the office door. 

The office door can only be locked from the outside, with a key. The
inside has a handicap bar according to the building code. I thought I 
would save time by unlocking the door and then locking it while I went 
inside to retrieve the item I needed. This would mean when I came to 
leave I could walk out, shut the door behind me and it would lock 
automatically. 

This would save me exactly .00003 seconds of time. As time is precious,
I thought it worth the effort. 

The plan was going fine. Walking past my desk, I laid my keys on top of
my desk. About this time I remembered something I needed from the car 
and dashed out to retrieve it. Just as I got to my car, I heard the 
door slam shut and one thought meandered through my stunned mind; "the 
keys." 

The keys were exactly where I had left them — on my desk in my office. 

My first thought was to panic. So, for about seven minutes I luxuriated
in sheer panic. 

My second thought was, "how am I going to get inside the building?" 

I must confess my second thought drowned out my first. Some may have the
luxury of indulging in panic, but I was on a schedule. My To-Do-List 
was begging to be done that day. 

I circled the building three times and then laid down in sheer
bewilderment. Not one door was unlocked. Not one window was accessible 
from the outside. All the effort put into making our building 
burglarproof was my nightmare in shinning alarm. 

I thought of breaking a window but what if someone saw me? Also, I'd
have to pay for the damages. 

In my mind, I went over everybody who had a key to our church. Everyone
I could think of was out of town or working. Even my wife was in 


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