Lunch hangs warm in your stomach. Your brain’s fogged. The afternoon looms and with luck, your To-Do list from the morning has some items that are crossed off, or checked. I prefer crossing off. How about you?
As you face the afternoon list, you wonder if it’s prioritized correctly. There are three “A’s” two “B’s” and three “C’s” looking back at you. Just before lunch one of the A’s became a B because another A stole in when your boss (you?) changed your priorities for you. That’s not so bad, is it?
You ponder each of the items, planning your attack when ** KA-BOOM ** your email unleashes its revenge: your best client has an emergency. Order runs for the doors. Calm disappears behind the file cabinet. Control (a figment of your imagination) sidles behind a dusty dictionary.
You’re staring at the clock. It’s now 1:10, and one of the “C’s” has disappeared into the basement. The A that pushed the C down the stairs has been downgraded to B and swings dizzily from a rotating fan blade.
The new “A” preens, sitting atop the list. Is that a smirk?
Nice try on the organization. It just went out the window.