So, I juggle a lot of different duties in my day to day life. Husband, father, manager, mentor, teacher, learner, reader, listener … well you get the point.
I also find myself in service positions helping lots of different people, for lots of different reasons, mostly so I can help myself be more empathetic. In addition to my day job, this can be quite a challenge, but for the most part, these jobs don’t overlap in time and I can concentrate on each of them separately.
Today was not one of those days.
A booker booked a show without notice (thanks anyways, love you guys), a promotion person needed to be contacted by venue marketing, one of the bands needed some help. The headlining band needed to be notified to put the show on their calendar. The same band was needing social media support for a show _TOMORROW_. The same show needed input from me on other issues (I’m the music director), an email with detailed instructions to 30+ crew had to go out; a project that was overdue needed help getting across the finish line; a vendor was in the office pitching million dollar software I had to figure out how to pay for . . you get the idea.
While I juggled three different jobs, text messages, emails, each one seemingly more urgent than the last one, I decided a lunch run was in order to clear my head a bit. So down to the gym to change into my running gear.
While changing, more texts, emails began pouring in. I answered them, got myself together and went for a run in downtown Columbus, Ohio on my usual route.
Now just because I went on my run, didn’t mean my duties stopped. I found myself stopping and walking, texting, emailing and became one of the distracted walkers that I often complain about.
It was still a nice day for a run.
Successfully concluding the run/walk/stop and my investigation into a local music promotion company’s whereabouts, I headed back to the gym and into the shower. After the shower, I began to dress to get back to the office. “Hmmm, that’s odd.”, I thought.
“Where’s my underwear?”
After going through my locker twice, I still couldn’t find it. Then I made up some ridiculous story about the male underwear thief lurking in the locker room, waiting for an unsuspecting rube like me, waiting for their opportune chance to make off with my nether garments. Deciding that was a ludicrous story (a small victory), I looked some more.
No where to be found.
I finally came to the conclusion that in my answering emails and such, that I had never taken off my underwear and now was left with smelly, sweaty underwear to go back to work. I had let my three jobs take over the front seat driving duties and as a consequence would have to go “Commando” the rest of the day.
I will say, once the day was over, that all three jobs had very successfully completed business. And… I got a story out of it. Am I complaining? Heck no!!!
It was a great day, even if I left the office without any underwear!!
What’s the funniest you have forgotten when you are in the middle of switching gears?
Let me know and keep trucking!!
-Just a Dude
Just a Dude 