I hobbled into my office building. The surgical shoe on my left foot slowed my pace down considerably. I looked longingly at the staircase as I passed by. I removed my IPhone from my bag as I pressed the elevator button. As I waited I scrolled through my emails.
The elevator opened. I got in and pressed number four. I was on autopilot. I didn’t look up from my phone. I just feverishly read and typed. As the doors were just about to close a man squeezed in. I barely noticed his existence. Out of the corner of my eye I think he also pressed a button in the elevator, but I couldn’t be sure. My focus was elsewhere.
The elevator rose and stopped. The doors opened. The man got out. So did I. Again, my eyes barely glanced away from my phone’s screen. I had to finish answering the email, even though in less than a minute I would be at my desk.
Eyes still on my phone I walked to my office. As I approached the door I stopped dead in my tracks. “This isn’t my office” I muttered to myself as I realized I got off the elevator on the wrong floor.
Have you ever been so focused on technology you lost sight of your surroundings or the now?
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