(This image originally uploaded to flickr by Hector Alza)
Some days I feel as if I'm twirling uncontrollably in a mad game of musical chairs, spinning from one task to another, never quite completing anything. The music starts as soon as I open my eyes, even before the sun has lightened the sky in the east, and I begin to twirl. A classical tune plays as the coffee brews, turns into a splashy melody that signifies the shower and morphs into a fast-paced almost hysterical song that seems to repeat one single word as I get dressed and head out the door for work - "go, go, go". For a moment, in the car, the music has stopped and I can take a moment to breathe as I sit my seat, knowing that I have won the chair for this round.
I pull into the parking lot at work, pop open the car door and the music starts again. Rushing up the stairs, I again twirl to the music, changing places with the other players in the game. We spin, smiling and laughing at one another as we go. Hours pass, the music starts. Stops. Starts. Time and time again. In each chair that I've won for the moment I try to complete the task given - counting Racor filters for inventory control - answering the phone, "Yes sir, we do carry bilge pumps. Let me transfer you to someone who can answer your questions." - checking in a shipment of gillnet from Japan - shooting off an email to a supplier - calling the radio station to check on our monthly ad's - climbing to the tip-top of a ladder in the chilly warehouse to pull something off that top shelf - on and on the music plays, switching songs before any task is quite complete.
Now I must hurry and finish typing this, before the music starts again....