In Praise of Checklists or Why We Can Only Do Big Things When We Have the Little Things in Order
At the beginning of the 90s, my wife tried to cure my forgetfulness. By the front door of our apartment, she put up a list of things to check before leaving: keys, wallet, tram pass, floppy disk with my articles … Next to it, there was a string with a ballpoint pen and I had to make a check mark every day. Sounds funny right? However, the truth is that for as long as the list hung there, I didn’t forget to take any of these things.
