Yowsers!
I need a secretary. Not to sit on my lap and take shorthand (although, that does sound appealing, right before The Wife Unit smacks me with a frying pan, that is), but so I can have another typist.
Lots of work. Mounds. Piles. It’s fun, but it’s a lot.
I can totally relate. I need a secretary, too. And a maid. And a cook. And a chauffeur for the kids. Oh, and someone to go and do my day job for me! Where, oh where, are our robots?
August 18, 2009 at 6:45 pm