Wednesday, May 14, 2008

He's Back

He sat down in my kitchen, slumped in a chair.

"If mum would be here now, she'd be so disappointed." He shook his head sadly.

The crime?

My perfectionist Hubby just arrived from the airport, and I, at risk to my job being that it was a heavy work week where NO ONE is allowed hours off, met him there to take him home from his six month stint in Canada. And what I thought was clean, was simply a disaster for him.

"look at the light switches! This house is falling apart!" he said to me.

OH SHIT! In my haste to straighten out the apartment before he came home, I did forget to wipe up the switchplates and the hallway one was, well, dirty. I gave him my lame excuse of not having enough time between my full time job, part time studies and babysitting the grandkid.

I let him smoke on the terrace and sulk in the kitchen. After all he brought me chocolates and Burberry perfume.

I guess in squeaky clean Canada, everyone's light switches are always spic and span. After all, it's so damn cold up there, you can't enjoy the outdoors much so you might as well clean your light switches.

Monday, May 05, 2008

asian cucumber salad

The said recipe was just about 1 page long, which I joyfully printed out at work, because my home printer ran out of toner and I'm short of funds to replace it.

I forgot all about picking up the damn recipe from the printer.

Big mistake.

Our office had the audit committee come over and people were scurrying around putting folders together and making copies of things. I had a sinking feeling that my recipe was in one or two or all the folders.

Everyone said they did not take anything from the printer that wasn't theirs. I had this vision of all these serious accountants sitting around the conference room, flipping through their serious documents and then - BOOM - they see this recipe for asian cucumber salad mixed into the batch.

I was starting to sweat.

I ran to the folders and much to my horror saw the recipe at the back of each folder. I could have said this was a bonus for all the hard work they did, if I was approached by anyone. Fortunately, I had 1/2 hour to pull my recipe from all those folders.

Ten minutes before the meeting, a secretary of one of the senior people here comes down to me.

"Is this yours?" she asks.

I look at it. It's my recipe.

"How did it get to you?" I ask innocently.

"It was in B.'s materials for the meeting, which she took up to her office as soon as they made the folders. She just wants to make sure no one else will get this in their material."

"Don't worry. I'm SURE they don't have recipes in their folders."

And that recipe sho' better be worth it.