I remember my dad telling me a story one evening about a recent
visit to the dentist. “I was in the waiting room for 15 minutes when his
secretary popped her head out in the waiting room and said, ‘Would
you mind waiting another 10 minutes or so?’ Absolutely not! I said.
My time is just as valuable as his.”
Seconds later, his dentist came sprinting out of his office as if he’d
been chased by a pack of crazed wolves. “John,” he said. “So sorry to keep you waiting. Follow me.”
My dad was teaching me how to protect my time. His little hiccup at the dentist's office also taught me you can only protect your time if you value it.
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