Remnants of life?
Actually, that’s what I really do when I’m frustrated with work. It’s 9pm and there are still 31 emails waiting for me to open them.
And I haven’t had dinner as well. ![]()
Old boy has learnt that terrible habit of mine too and he has started searching for “Seinfeld”, “Whose line is it anyway” or “Tina Fey” on Youtube and I only found that out when I had to take impromptu leave yesterday when Old boy fell sick with gastric flu.
I am lucky that I was crazy enough to head back to our home at 6.30am in the morning en-route to work to look at him.
His face was pale and he was just so weak. I know the office isn’t exactly happy regarding my urgent leave measures for there was work that seemed important to them that required me to manage but I couldn’t care less.
I think I’ve exercised adequate work responsibility by working from home.
“There are more important things in life than just work,” my CEO often told me, “Our jobs are for bachelors and spinsters” was her next common catchphrase.
So anyone interested in taking over my post?

