I sometimes feel as if interruptions define my work life. My days are an endless stream of emails, instant messages, SMS text messages, telephone calls, and voicemails. They are all like doorbells that won’t stop ringing. As soon as I respond to the first, the next visitor is at the door demanding my attention. I could ignore the bells and knocks, but how would I know that I wasn’t missing something extremely important?
I’ve come to realize that unless I quit my job and sit at home watching soap operas, this deluge isn’t going to change. So, instead of constantly complaining, or allowing my productivity to come to a grinding halt, I do what I can to make those interruptions meaningful. In other words, I allow the important interruptions to capture my time and energy and I send the less meaningful, or meaningless interruptions to the back of the line.
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