Contributed by:
Karen Groves/YourHub.com
Article Contributed on: 10/11/2006 3:19:38 PM
Just kidding.
But why not? Sometimes it takes great physical skill to do more than one thing at a time, successfully that is.
Witness the barista at Starbucks.
Whoooosh goes the espresso maker, whirrrr the blender, phone rings.
"I got it!" she exclaims in a cheerful, hurried voice.
I thought I heard her say, "Look at me, I'm perfect," under her breath, but maybe I imagined it.
So she is answering the phone, making an espresso, and whipping up a frosty caffee delight.
I'm thinking, "Damn, I wish I could do all that and not skip a beat."
Then I hear a crash, and an explosion of liquid and a high-pitched squeal. Wait, I think I just got sprayed with a fine mist of caffee latte with two percent.
Yikes, the frosty exploded like Vesuvius while she was putting the lid on. She did get the espresso made, but I think I heard a "Man that's hot," whisper from the customer.
Her smile turned to a sour expression, this followed by, "Well ok, I don't work at this store every day," as if customers rushing to catch their bus, CARE where she works.
Sorry, I can't help it if I'm sarcastic, and I prefer this adjective to "angry."
Maybe, I'm just jealous, cause I know I can't (successfully) do lots of things at the same time and do them very well. One gets in the way of the other, then, I start tripping over the third event, even if I'm only contemplated doing it.
There must be part of the brain that decides which people are good at multi-tasking and then . . . the others.
I'm glad the
scientists are study this phenomena too, because then, when they say,
multitasking leads to brain deficits, or something like that, I'll feel better.
I think
Michelangelo probably didn't do tons of multi-tasking when he was painting the Sistine Chapel, unless maybe, it was time for his espresso.