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As I had just fitted a new starter relay to one of my motorbikes the day before, I thought it was a good opportunity to multi-task again by using the motorbike to go to the walk-in centre which would give me a chance to check the new relay was working properly.
As the clinic was near the cemetery where my ex-boss is buried I thought I could also pop in on the way home and see if his long-overdue headstone had been installed. More multi-tasking.
This is a unique insight into the workings of a multi-tasking brain. My cousin says his is just the same. We are always searching for the most efficient ways to do lots of things.
The walk-in centre turned out not to be a walk-in centre anymore but I sweet-talked an ENT specialist into having a quick look in my ear. All-good; in all likelihood the offending bud had probably had no cotton on it. I was back out in minutes but unfortunately my motorbike wouldn’t start. At this point I realised I had absentmindedly set in motion a chain of events that would take my lunchtime in a different direction. A friendly security guard at the clinic spent five minutes pushing me up and down the car-park until we bump-started the bike. I thanked him and decided to go straight home rather than risk the bike not starting if I stopped at the cemetery.
Once home I realised that I still had 25 minutes of lunchtime left - plenty of time to take my dog up to the cemetery in my campervan and visit the grave (because,
of course, having put the idea in my own head, I had to follow it up. Plus I could multi-task by walking the dog).
I parked up at the cemetery and let the dog off for a run whist I strolled to the grave. I was pleased to see an impressive headstone was now in place. As I looked up I realised my dog was not in sight and so, panicking slightly, I jogged around the cemetery calling her. I was mortified to find she had found a newly dug grave and seemed to be engaged in trying to dig up a bone. Thankfully I had caught her just in
time and no-one saw us. I scooped her up and drove straight home.
All this took place in less than 60 minutes.
My cousin thought this tale was hysterical and typical of how his multi-tasking brain gets him into trouble.
I’m glad I’m not alone. I try to be more careful on conference calls these days and when people ask me if working from home is boring I say “no, it’s actually quite dangerous...”
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