88 mph, time, speed, magic. Yes, I'm making a weak reference to a modified DeLorean. Until they reached that speed, the machine didn't do what they tasked it with. It just wasted gas.
That's the way that I feel about work a lot of the time now. I don't have enough time to get up to speed on whatever I'm trying to work on before being interrupted and losing track. Many days I swear I can count between 15 and 90 seconds between one person leaving my cube until the next one shows up. That leaves me getting very little of my stuff done and a whole lot of frustration. Now, if I had a uniform ability to focus during my entire time at work that wouldn't matter, but I don't work this way. I have peak focus times. Prime time. And that's when I seem to get the most visitors.
I used to work around this by wandering in at 10 and leaving between 6 and 8 pm. I would say that I got all my work done after 4. Yes, even on the days I left at 6, I'd have a solid 2 hours of work. Now-a-days, I don't think that I even get that.
What makes this better? Going home to my girls. Work washes out of my mind, as it should.
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