This is a fast-paced
environment. Have you worked in one of those before?
I have. Of course,
I reply.
Well, probably not
like this one, he quips. Proud. Arrogant. Dusting off the phone. Shooting
off an email. Clearing out Blackberry messages. (There’s no appropriate response here, other than a nod.) Then, as he wipes down the keyboard, sends off another email and deletes another Blackberry messages, he fires off
the question I knew was looming. So, can
you multi-task?
I take my
time. Let some space fill the air, until he looks up from it all, his face
rearranged into impatience. I could only
assume that I was keeping him from dusting the monitor. Drafting more emails. Doing something. Anything.
I can, I said.
Good, he boomed. Pleased.
But I don’t, I added.
Go--… he started again, as though my answer
hadn't registered until he was halfway through the word. He finally looked up from
everything. His full attention was finally on me.
I don’t do anything at the same time, but I
get everything done, I tell him. Not caring whether or not I got the job
because I couldn’t imagine working with...with this as the expectation.
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He smirked. I see. Well, here we do everything at once and get nothing done at all.
It was my turn to smirk, but instead I smiled.
Because that’s usually how it goes.
Did I get the job? Well, how the
story ends doesn’t matter. The thing that matters is: Don't let anyone boss you around. (No, I kid.) But really: the way to accomplish anything is to give it your undivided attention. Your all.
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