Uh-oh. Someone’s multitasking
Multitasking. Everyone has been doing in some sort of a multitasking, motor-sensory, mechanical, keep this moving, aren’t I good, hamster-on-wheel mental machine event. It is like the tacit multitasking Olympics of life.
I imagine it as something like ropin' cow at a rodeo. Ride after him, lasso his back legs, jump down, and loop that rope around, and throw your hands in the air all with in ten seconds flat.
HA! But that that rodeo guy has it easy. He’s really only doing one task. No wonder he can do it so well.
Get him to try to do that while he is working on a project, answering email, and getting interrupted every 7 minutes when a commercial comes on TV. I used to think that I was good enough to do it. Now I know I was crazy, cranky, and causing more problems than ever I fixed.
I’ve quit doing it. I’m calmer, kinder, caring more about what I do.
Life was running so smoothly until . . .
He’s started multitasking.
−me strauss Letting me be