This is a definite trend with me. Taking multitasking to an almost dangerous level. It gives me some kind of adrenaline rush I think. Maybe I should be worried?
I just counted and I have 36 windows open on my computer right now. At least nine pertaining to work including several Word docs and Adobe PDF files, plus a few blogs that I follow, Amazon and Steve Madden shopping carts open with things I am on the fence about, and several emails that I don’t want to forget to act on – about work projects, writing, kid school stuff, kid sports stuff, you name it. Oh, and I’ve got a painting behind me that I’m working on every time I walk by it.
My family has a feeling this is what the inside of my brain looks like. And it frightens them. My husband jokes that he will never have memory issues as long as he’s married to me because I change topics so much it keeps him on his toes. And my boys love to make fun of me for the random unrelated comments I make all the time, out of nowhere. I’m so very glad that I give them such great material to work with on a daily basis. I should charge them for it.
Any friend of mine will tell you that every time they walk in my house the furniture is rearranged or a different wall is painted or the chairs are recovered. Something will be different. They’re probably checking to see if I switched my kids out for ones who like me more. Maybe it’s a condition, keeping things moving and changing and happening. I’m not sure but it would make great fodder for reality television. “Brain Seize. Extreme Multi-tasking” — new this fall on TLC.
Speaking of extreme, I’ve also been known to take my multitasking feats to extreme levels. Many will tell you (as they choke back their laughter) that I’m not the most graceful person and especially when I’m multitasking. I’ve been known to trip and fall and bruise myself regularly. Usually it happens when I am watering the plants, talking on the phone, jotting a note down and checking my email on my phone or something — all at the same time while balancing with one foot on a step stool. This must be inherited because my sister was the exact same way. My dad tells me I just like to get things done fast. He also regularly tells me that I need to slow down.
And as a true stacker type personality (if you are one you hear me), I must have these things visible – windows, files, papers, notes, husband, kids, you name it. Things on most days are orderly at some level and grouped by category, but they’ve got to be out where I can see them.
The average person would find either of my desktops – physical or computer – enough to drive them mad. And being around me when I’m on a multi-tasking high just plain exhausting.
So today I am grateful that my computer hasn’t shut down on me. And my family hasn’t locked me up.