RELAPSE Harold Gets Hamsterized
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Harold had relapsed! He’d turned back into a two-foot hamster and was pacing to and fro on his little rodent legs, dragging his microsized briefcase behind him.
“You did this to me!” he shouted, pointing a furry finger at me.
Okay, let’s back up a bit. I’m a productivity coach, and a few years ago I helped Harold with, um … a delicate little problem. He had become so overwhelmed with e-mail, interruptions, and tasks that he’d turned into a hamster. Why a hamster? Because, these days, most professionals are running in place at work like hamsters on never-ending, exhausting wheels.