Let's face it - we're too busy. Steven Curtis Chapman sings a song about the "busyman." The Bible says that a man dies and leaves behind all his busy activities. Sometimes when I write a drama, God uses it first and foremost in my own life. There are a few laughs in this one but that's about it. Nothing really funny about this subject. I ended it as I'm apt to do - the Everyman can't make up his mind as the lights fade...
Dave: A workaholic Dad
Jimmy: Dave's Son
A laptop (if available)
(LIGHTS UP CENTER STAGE)
(Dave is busy working hard.)
Dave: I just donít get it. I canít seem to get these numbers to come out right! I mean, how many times do I have to run them? Argh! Maybe Iím cursed. Thatís it! Iíve been cursed! Whoís the god of mathematics? Iím SURE thereís a god of mathematics and heís got it in for me!
Dave: (Stands up on chair playing the god) You there, puny mortal! I am Algorithm, the god of mathematics and I bring you endless days and hours of unresolved decimal points and balance sheets that do not jive!
Jimmy: (Enters) Hey Dad. What are you doing?
Dave: (looks at this son) Nothing Jimmy. Daddy is just losing his mind.
Jimmy: Cool. Okay, Iíve got something for you.
Dave: (gets down) Um, Jimmy, Iím really busyÖ you see (phone rings) Hold on.
Jimmy: (sits down on steps)
Dave: Hello? Oh, hi Chris. Yeah, Iím looking at them right now. What? No, I havenít. Yes, I know but I tried to get it done FridayÖ I tried to get it done Friday night Ė I tried to get it done Saturday even but the numbers wonít match. Yes. Yes. I know, theyíre gonna be there at 3 on Monday.
Dave: Hold on pal. (back to the phone) Yes. I know. Look Chris, there are only so many hours in the day. Iím trying to get these numbers to jive. Yes. Iím looking at them right now. Yep, I see that right here on page 4. What? Page 5? (looks at the papers on his desk) Uh, I donít have a page 5. Yes. NoÖ wait a minute. Thatís right! Wait a minute itís got to be here somewhereÖ
Jimmy: Dad. I have the numbers you need.
Jimmy: Here you go.
Dave: Wow. Thanks Jimmy. Youíre a lifesaver. (back to phone) Hold on. Let me look these over.
Dave: (He looks at them but notices this is not the page he thought it wasÖ)
Dave: Um, Jimmy. Whatís this?
Jimmy: Read it.
Dave: Hold on ChrisÖ (he begins reading out loud)
Dadís Time Monday Ė Friday : 50 hours of work -1 hour a night with me or 5 hours
Saturday: 6 hours of work - 3 hours with me
Dave: (looks at his son) Um, JimmyÖ
Jimmy: Iíll wait outside, ok dad?
Dave: UhÖ (phone) Yes, Chris, yeah, Iím still here. Yes, I know how important this is. What? Did I find the numbers? (He looks at the paper) Yeah, I found themÖ
Dave: (he looks back and forth between the computer and where his son left as the LIGHTS SLOWLY FADE)Ö
(c) 1998 Dave Marsh