The alarm goes off late. Again.
It’s 7:30 and you’ve got your mandatory staff meeting at 9:00. You rush through your devotions (promising God—and yourself—you’ll get to them later), dress, down a cup of coffee and head out to the car.
The commute is brutal. The guy in front of you is riding his break and the lady behind you is riding your tail.
At 8:50, you pull into the parking lot. You race to your cubicle, drop off your stuff and you’re off to the board room. You get there at 8:59, just before the door’s about to close.
By 9:10, you’re fiddling with your iPhone under the table trying to catch up on your emails like a good multi-tasker. The guy next to you is playing Angry Birds and trying to look like he’s paying attention to whatever it is the boss is talking about.
If you had to be honest, you stopped paying attention at 9:02.
There was no agenda for the meeting (again). No action items will be given (again). And no follow-up (again).
“Why on earth am I sitting through this? I could be working,” you think (and text to your assistant who tries hard not to laugh).
At 10:13, the meeting lets out. The boss went long again. You and your coworkers are stressed; the meeting was only supposed to last until 9:30. In some ways you’re kind of impressed. it’s got to be tough to talk about nothing for that long. You skip the after-meeting meeting though, because you’re a busy guy.
You get back to your desk and start looking at the pile of work in your inbox. There’s enough work to keep four people busy for the next two weeks!
It’s all marked urgent.
You settle into your projects and just as you’re starting to get into a good rhythm, there’s a knock on the side of the cubicle wall. “Hey guys, can I interrupt? It’ll just take a minute…” Continue Reading…