The cognitive burden of a minor annoyance

I’m amazed sometimes at how much a seemingly-small disruption in my day can completely distract me, ending almost all chance that I’ll accomplish anything I’d intended to.

This happened recently with an event that forced me to do something I was planning to do anyway, but just hadn’t gotten around to. It shouldn’t have been that big a deal, because it was something I needed to do anyway. Still, an entire afternoon was lost to thinking about and dealing with this one issue.

That I’m a rampant procrastinator certainly didn’t start me off in a good position. I enjoy doing things on my schedule–in, say four to six weeks, or years. 😉

I’ve no doubt that my reaction is also, in some small part, an effect of my career and employment choices. I’ve worked remotely and set my own schedule, in whole or in part, since 2010, allowing me to plan work around life more than I’d otherwise need to plan life around work. I’m grateful that I could, effectively, waste an afternoon addressing this situation, without also risking my job.

So, reluctantly and at long last, I spent fifteen minutes on the phone dealing with something I’ve talked about for nearly a year.