I thought I’d experiment today.
|Pizza dough and ingredients by arinas74.|
I headed into the city to catch up with a few people, grab a few meetings. It was good times, but after three meetings, it was after lunch and I hadn’t grabbed a workout or started writing yet.
This is where the time goes when you’re sequestered in a cube farm – meetings. They are the devil’s work, along with nouvelle cuisine (seriously – the smallest meals on our planet Earth).
The experiment was something like this: how much work can I do, if I have interruptions? Do they really matter? It’s been a few weeks since being in the office, and I might be losing tough with reality.
Turns out, interruptions matter. Three meetings, and a commute, and it’s 2pm already. Ah – so that’s where the time goes. Throw in a workout and walking the dog, and it was 4:30 before I started my stuff here.
Start I did though: Word goal: 2,500. Word achievement: 2,900.
I’m fairly surprised that my writing didn’t include eating today, because I’m a shade peckish. Time for dinner.