OK, it is Friday at last. The end of a long work week. That should fill me with feelings of joy right?

Ah, but there is a catch. I have to survive Friday first! I am ( or rather was) the personal assistant to our companies female chairperson. She has recently retired (and started going part time) . In the nature of people who spent their life loving their job cannot quite let go, part time means 40 hours a week. Personally I think her going part time gives her more free time to think of things for me to do. Not important things. Not work related things. Stupid things.

Like calling me up to give me the number of a restaurant that wishes me to make a reservation for lunch for her in 20 minutes while she is out shopping. Is it just me, or would it have been more sensible for her to call the restaurant.

Or leaving me a voice mail then having the company receptionist page me to tell me to check my voice mail.

Today’s voice mail message ( left at 7am) was “ I need you to reorder all of my prescriptions. I am confused as to what ones I need, but I need…..”. Her voice trailed off at this point and the phone went dead. I admit I was excited at his point. Perhaps she had died. No such luck as there was a second message (left at 7:05). “ This is a continuation of the first message, I need all my medication, except blah blah and I am not sure what other medications I need. I really need the big green pill I get once a month”

OK. Two points. First if I call up a pharmacy and say my boss needs all her pills they are going to ask me, which one right? If she does not know, how am I supposed to know? Second point. Can I ask for the big green pill. Yanno, the green one. It is big, so big you only need to take one a month?

Oh well, better living through chemistry.