I have two computer monitors at work. Sometimes I wish I had three, or four, or as many as I could possibly fit within the rotational range of my neck.
I am, like all cubicle monkeys, a master of simultaneous activity.
If a coworker doesn’t immediately answer my chat question, I turn to my other monitor to shoot an email to a client, and while it sends, I “thumbs down” that terrible song Pandora has the audacity to suggest to me a second time. During all of these activities I have also been processing a long list of data changes. It takes about three seconds for the screen to refresh between each update, and I have been making the most of that time.
At the office, my efficiency is an asset. I can fragment my mind into a billion tiny rooms and dart in and out of them at lightning speed. The problem is, my multi-tasking has spilled over into my actual life, and I find this very disturbing.

