Pining for the Next Thing

I’m hissing at my computer right now. I’ve hit the refresh button on my e-mail 45 times in the last minute. I’m whining to friends on Twitter, and sipping tepid tea (ugh) because I can’t leave my desk to make a fresh pot. And I’m contemplating threatening Ben, our peanut-allergic tech-support manager, with a large spoon and a jar of extra-crunchy Jif if the e-mail I’m waiting for doesn’t come because of our...