There’s a colleague in the Mamamia office who has been wandering around the office for months with a smashed up iPhone.
Every time she brings it into a meeting and plonks it on the desk, a small shard of it breaks off — bits of it left on the table as a reminder of her busy and increasingly unmanageable lifestyle.
I see her scrolling through the mosaic of broken glass, squinting at her emails and messages, and I think, ‘Goddammit, you’re torturing all of us — just go get the phone fixed before you hurt your damn self.’
She argues she’d rather eat lunch and see her children once in awhile, rather than venture anywhere near a Genius Bar. Yeah, I’ve been to the church of Apple and I’ve seen that labyrinth. Nobody wants to go there unless it’s absolutely your last option on earth — like heading into a windowless bunker during a nuclear apocalypse.
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I see it as about priorities.
I like to set my own priorities of how I want to spend my time, however, other people in my life also have an impact on what I need to do with my time.
My balance is to avoid doing things because others think I have to.
Personally I wouldn't care about a smashed phone, I have been to the Apple store with my children buying items and it is like a upmarket soup kitchen. Lots of waiting around, you have to be there, you need to be there and you have to wait your turn to get what you want.
Maybe you're lying but I have 3 children under 2. When I say I am busy it is not a lie. There are not enough hours in the day, I don't have enough arms and I wish I could multi-task more. The only reason I had time to read this excuse for an article is breast feeding.