Busy
Once I had a job where I was paid a good deal of money to do very little. I was never comfortable with this situation, so I would make up stuff to do all day, every day. Sometimes the things I worked on had to do with my employer; but sometimes I ran out of ideas related to my employer and I immersed myself in activities unrelated to my employer. I felt badly doing this; but the truth is, I was also a little peeved at my employer for hiring me and paying me so well for this pretend job.
The point is, related or unrelated to my employer, I was almost always occupied with one project or another. People throughout the company would come to me with a request and usually preface his or her question with, “I know you are very busy, but…” To which I would always reply, “I’m NOT busy; I’m just doing this project to occupy my time.” Yet, even though I felt like I was constantly correcting the misconception that I was “busy,” I kept being referred to that way. Finally, I realized that when people were calling me “busy,” they were really telling me that they thought I was “important.” In this particular setting, the word “busy” meant “important.”
Ever since, I have been suspicious of the word “busy.” It often means something very different than what we think it means.
I share this view, though I think it spans across most settings. Now when I really am busy, I feel funny saying so…