My state of mind isn’t important. I call it temporary disconnect. Others I know refer to the same disorder as a prolonged brain fart. Whatever.
A friend joined me while I admired the brilliant clarity of the pond water. Through all that cleaning, life in the pond remains.
In the bottom of my handbag, there are a few pieces of nicotine gum left to chew. I will be completely off the drug by this weekend, actually. I hope I don’t blow up or something. Been Lil’ Non-Smoky for two months today. Maybe by finally ridding of the bit of nicotine absorbed into my bloodstream every day will help bring back my smooth organizational skills and ability to multi-task. Boy, I dislike that noun/verb so much. I’m going to take this further.
Multi-task. Ugh. A word that’s terribly over-used. Its meaning is overrated, too, but it’s what makes the world go around, I guess. Fortunately for us, all those multi-taskers out there save the day. But I really want to know why it’s so damned important to be a super MTer?
“This position requires blah blah blah…and the ability to multi-task in a fast-paced environment, accurately meet deadlines, blah blah blah...”
Good MTers should be proud of themselves but also know that chronic MTing can be hazardous to their health.
And easier. Every night should be American Idol night with the dogs.
Somebody move over!