Nah...probably just my imagination. Let's open these files and get started. Just...gonna...stare at the cursor for a couple of minutes. It's 10. The report is due at noon - plenty of time!
*ding* Oh? An email notification? Don't check yet, don't check yet, don't check yet, report first.
Wait. Did I reply to the Harrison account? I'm pretty sure I didn't dream it. Yeah, I definitely responded already. Probably. Ugh. Report first, THEN email.
Wait. What's that smell? Probably just someone in the breakroom using the microwave. Did I eat this morning? I definitely made coffee before I left home. Which...I...left on the counter, darn it! RIGHT, THE REPORT.
A co-worker drifts by the cubicle as I'm definitely, absolutely not checking the email notification that turned out to be spam - honestly, our IT guys don't have a better spam filter??? Come on, this report isn't going to write itself. It's already been 20 minutes, how did that happen?
"Donuts in the breakroom, friendo." It's Tom, from accounting. He knows I need to focus on this report, what does he need now?
"Okay, thanks, just finalizing the Harrison report, I'll check in with you soon." I have no idea what he just said to me, but it was probably checking in on this.
I tap listlessly at the keys, fully aware of the importance of what I'm doing, the time crunch, and the fact that it's been 45 MINUTES? HOW?
Wait, Tom said there were donuts in the breakroom? The words finally filtering through to my brain, I rush over to discover all the chocolate and sprinkles are gone, no surprise. I settle for a simple glazed, rushing back to my desk like an anime protagonist late for class.
MUST FINISH REPORT NOW, IT IS 11. The last hour. My time to shine! With the power of donuts and ADHD on my side, my hyperfocus can take over and this will be the greatest report of all time.
