12 April 2012
Just when I thought having an 8 week old in the house had redefined high
maintenance, I've gone and added a parental houseguest with a dodgy
hip. Instead of requests beginning with 'waaaaaaaah', those from parent
person are of the 'can you just...', 'do me a favor and...' or 'I need
to...' (read: YOU need to) persuasion. Of course I can just, but please first pass me another Corona.
I have concluded that Skype is really an evil mirror belonging to the
Wicked Witch of Timeus Stealus Interruptus, programmed to fire off that
uber jolly ringadingding just as high maintenance persons are requiring
said maintenance. I am convinced that Skype was invented by my employer
to a) get me to want to go back to work and b) make those small office
interruptions pale in comparison.
That said, I have now already
reached Skype overload and would rather answer the call of
very-pooey-nappy than ringadingding. All. Day. Long.