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On Busyness 2003-10-21T10:50:06-04:00 /on-busyness/
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A colleague of mine, whom I havent seen frequently enough of late, given our mutually crazy schedules, my increasingly frequent travel, and his life with two small daughters, just stopped in the hall to ask how I was doing.

“Fine,” I told him, trying to bite back the inevitable following phrase. He sensed it coming, though, something I could see in his face, and so I bubbled over into a complaint about the difficulties of conference-planning and the like.

He nodded both sagely and sympathetically as I whined on for a minute or two, after which, feeling a bit self-conscious, I attempted to return the favor. “How are you?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I want a new word. Im tired of asking how people are or being asked how I am and having only Busy as a response. As though it were a state that ever changed.”

This, of course, left me more self-conscious than ever, but made me remember that a member of the Psychology department here gave a talk a couple of years ago in which she pointed to some survey data that said that 85 percent of academics ranked themselves in the top decile for busyness. (Interestingly, something like the same percentage also said that they were better-than-average teachers.)

So how busy am I, really? Busier than I want to be — I havent gotten to read a novel that I havent assigned since the semester started. I havent gotten to write anything except blog posts. And I havent gotten a decent nights sleep in several weeks.

But on the other hand, Im not so busy that I couldnt take four days and go to Toronto, and not so busy that I couldnt go to the gym this morning, and not so busy that I couldnt re-watch Kissing Jessica Stein last night on cable. Ive clearly got time wherein I could be getting some stuff done, if I wanted to.

So how do we quantify busyness? Is it in hours worked, tasks on the to-do list, number of times we wake up in the middle of the night thinking of things left undone? Or is it in some other, less countable aspect, a perceived disparity between job difficulty and job rewards? If were all this busy, all the time, is there any way to recalibrate the busy-meter?