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It really bothers me when I hear people say that they are good multitaskers. I hear this all the time, especially when I am interviewing perspective employees. How could everyone be good at multitasking? I’m not, and I consider myself to be an intelligent person. So needless to say, I was quite thrilled when I found out that new research had shown that our brains were not meant to do more than two things at a time — and certainly not with any real efficiency. This past week, I did a little research on the productivity of multitasking and found I was not alone in my beliefs. I discovered several interesting studies that backed up what I had already suspected.
Two weeks until my sister’s wedding, and I hadn’t had my bridesmaid dress altered yet. I admit that I am a procrastinator, but this was ridiculous even for me.
To be honest, I was not looking forward to wearing the dress. Don’t get me wrong, it was a beautiful dress. It was long, a flowing, raspberry-colored gown with a strapless bodice and a few rhinestones adorning the middle that connected two ends to a sheer piece of material that bustled around the back of the dress. It was gorgeous on the model wearing it online. Once I tried it on, though, I quickly realized that a strapless dress was not meant for my body type and thus the reason I was not looking forward to wearing the dress. And now we were only two weeks away from the wedding day, and I needed a miracle worker.
I decided to ask a friend for a referral. She had lived in the area all her life and quickly recommended a woman on 12th street in Paso Robles. Joe and I drove over to the shop first thing in the morning only to be greeted by a sign saying they were not open until 11am. “OK,” I said. “We’ll come back at lunch.”
At lunch time, Joe drove me to the shop again and dropped me off in front of the store while he went to find a parking space. I quickly walked inside with my dress hanging from my arms to find a young woman at her sewing machine while an elderly woman appeared from behind a curtain and greeted me with a coarse and irritated, “Can I help you?”