Overheard in my office…

So, after the earlier silliness the following took place…

I go home at lunch today, after having slunk back into the office after Blond part 1, and find my son mopping the floor with our housekeeper.  It was so cute I spent a good 15 minutes playing with him.  I then went to check if our internet was back up and running, it wasnt.  Then I took out my knitting and re-started a hat I have been trying to make for the last few days.  I look up and realise I need to go back to work.  I kiss my now sleeping son and head out the door.  I drive to work, pull into my bay and…

Realise I didnt eat any lunch, I clean forgot…

Lets hope that there is no part 3!

Again I find myself amongst the crazy, silly and downright absurd…

I look up from my work and realise its 12:43.  “I’m late! I need to fetch my son!” I shout while grabbing keys, bag and glasses.  I fly down two flights of stairs, pass the receptionist and into my car.  I struggle to take off the gear lock, cursing all the while that my poor son is waiting for me, all alone at school, the last child to be fetched.  I throw the car into gear, pull out the bay…

And realise that my son is safely and happily at home!

Its a school holiday today…

A colleague in another office receives a phone call this morning.

S: Hi RM, how you?

RM: Fine S and you?

S: Good thanks.  Can you please transfer me to SN?

RM: Umm, no. You called me on my cellphone!

I’ve joined the ranks of the Overheard…

Yesterday I was at the laptop with my son on my lap.  He was randomly pushing buttons.  I had a shitkickinglymassive small moment when I realised that my keyboard was no longer working.

I then calmed down to a mild panic and realised that the numbers were working but not the text.

My son had put my NumLock on…

Doh!