I was reading an article in New York Magazine about distractions and was reminded that every interruption you experience can be the equivalent of a 25-minute distraction to what you are trying to accomplish. On a day when I am feeling Hilly enough (she’s trying to be less snarky, so I think I’ll need to pick up some of that slack) I do believe I will tell the very next person who calls me or walks up behind me and talks at the back of my head that I am going to dock their salary 1/4 hour for each time they do so again, and that it’s actually a bargain for me to only charge them for 15 minutes of time. And then I am going to say BUT NO GIVE-BACKS and then randomly walk up to them at work and ask them dumb questions like, “have you seen the spatula? oh, hmm, here it is…” and “I heard there’s a vampire bat in the building and I’d really like to be friends with it but I can’t find it, can you help me with that?” and “what’s your bank account number? I wanna see if you have sufficient funds for my new Delorean.” and “does my butt look cute in this?” but never turn around to show them my butt.
By the way, in case you went to read that article up above, here’s the info about The Great Boston Molasses Tragedy of 1919.
Oh, and I won’t see Terminator until after the holiday weekend so please don’t tell me what happens in the comments, thanks.
I heard distraction keeps you from…huh…what’s that…oh, um focusing on a task and that it can actually sidetrack…OMG a squirrel!
You actually need others to distract you ? How amateur ! All by myself, I’ve made it almost impossible for myself to finish anything I
In Terminator there are machines that look like humans!!!!oneoneone1111
Distractions make me bonkers.
Have a good day, Poppy!
Does this mean I have to pay you now when my ADD kicks in and I tell you I love you, and then turn back to the power of the G-Mail????
Oh and about Terminator… I may be seeing it this weekend. Not positive yet but there’s a very good chance… so I’ll just Tweet the ending and not mention it.
… and then John Connor is assimilated by G-Mail!
I love the way my name is synonymous with being a rampant bitch…erm, I mean being snarky.
(no really, I actually DO love it)
We have that issue of New York Magazine on the night table. I get sloppy seconds after Gia reads it. And I usually finish the crossword when she isn’t looking too!
I think someone gets terminated or something. Hope I didn’t spoil it.
“um, you might want to wash that spatula, I was, um, well, never mind…”
“sorry, I had a VBLT sandwich for lunch (vampire bat, lettuce & tomato).”
“forget the DeLorean, get me the Mr. Fusion!”
“of course it looks cute! Duh! I mean, what’s that over there.. oooh, shiny!”
How about:
“I’m out of grapefruit. Is there a pharmacy nearby with fresh kiwi?”
“My dentist moved to Billings, Montana. Did he leave a forwarding address with you?”
“I left my face moisterizer in the laundromat. Do you have advice on how to remove sea warts?”