Deadline driven. It would describe my personality. Well, at least one of my personalities.
I work best when I can work with an end date in sight. You know, it has to happen on July 1. Not, if it doesn't happen on July 1 - you can extended it. I need a "you have no choice". Not, "oh, well, if you miss the test on Tuesday, there is a make-up test on Thursday. Cause? Guess what, I will take the Thursday test.
Waiting to the last minute? Not me. I'm a gatherer of sorts. Gather what you need. Take what you can - then just before the deadline - get your "ducks in a row" (your stuff together). Then, turn it in.
Both my sons were born two days before their "due" date. I had everything done. Everything was ready. Work was finished. Okay now, I can go have a baby.
Today, I gave birth again. And starting Thursday, I'm on maternity leave. Only this time my baby isn't a human. It's a company. Funding came through. Into the bank account through. As in, I've NEVER seen so many commas when it comes to cash.
I needed to throw up. When that feeling passed, my eyes wanted to water up. Alas, I was at work - no tears there.
We set a huge goal. We accomplished it in 9 months. I leave two days from today. AND today, I gave birth. Right on schedule. Right on track. All in duex time. This time, I got a text saying "you are a superstar. Couldn't have done it without you." Maybe I've finally learned something.
"Maternity" leave starts Thursday.