It’s another long day at work. Seems like every time I get started on one thing, another comes up. My wife tells me I don’t know how to multitask and can’t remember anything. Well, I’ll show her she’s wrong.
Let’s see. Move this spreadsheet over to this stack. I can add those numbers after my phone call from the sales department with their numbers. That takes care of two things at once.
Ring. “Here are my numbers for today,” says Bessie from sales. “Rakes, 42; shovels, 63; hoses, 29.”
I type the numbers on the spreadsheet and keep track of them.
“Here is today’s forecast,” yells Bob over the cube.
Good – I type those in, too. Keeping track of all this stuff is so simple. I’m the multitask King!
I’m impressed with myself. I can now type, talk on the phone, and drink coffee at the same time.
Ring. It’s my wife. “Hey, darling, don’t forget to get milk on the way home.”
“No problem, honey.” I smirk and smile.
Finally, the day ends and I get home, intact and ready to boast about my multitask day.
“Margie, I’m home.”
“Good,” she says as she gives me a kiss. “Cliff darling, where’s that milk I need for the pudding?”
Oops, guess I can’t multitask after all. I guess I should go back and read Psalm 12:3 and quit boasting of myself.