A combination of a scheduler who pays a great attention to details and a natural worrier would be the worst. It’s me. Me. Me. I am such a pain in the butt to those who think that birds are chirping and the world is smiling and everything is perfect even though your life is not planned. I would stand by their door and tell them that it’s going to rain and they’re better to take the umbrella and next time read the weather forecast before taking too many tank tops.
And if it’s my event, it’s double worry and double attention to details. It’s frustrating to see everyone takes everything very easy, while I’m sitting down and drafting schedule for everybody on hour basis. Only to a reply that they haven’t even booked the flight, or they don’t know what to do – but as long as beer and girls are involved, they’re happy.
So what I’m going to do, is stop caring about things which are not related to me directly. To hell with everything, I’ll just take care of myself and others who appreciate my efforts (and I thought it’s should be the other way around, that I should embrace the Queen of Sheba manner and sit down under the tree and let everybody runs around and serves me?). The rest can find their way to Bali and as long as they don’t turn up with flip-flops or Hawaiian shirt (should I hire fashion police?), I couldn’t care less.