It feels like a lot later in the week. A short while ago my boss in America sent me an instant message about a decision I’d made. We started discussing it and she asked for my phone number so we could talk it through properly.
Five minutes later the phone hadn’t rung and an instant message popped up on my screen: ‘Is this your number?’
My boss is brilliant. I will cry if I ever have to work for anyone else between now and my retirement. She tells me what she thinks, I tell her what I think, we talk fast and we get to the point. When we have a conversation on instant messaging and it turns into a phone call, there is no preamble, we just continue where the other left off.
Which is why it was slightly awkward to realise I’d not given her my phone number. I’d given her my parent’s. And my mum sounds like me. So she’d answered the phone and my boss had gone straight into the issue at hand for quite a while before Mum managed to get a word in edge ways and explain she had the wrong number…
I assume my boss thought she’d misdialled because it turns out she tried again…and got my Dad.
Luckily, all three have a good sense of humour. My boss said (once I’d stopped laughing) that had she known who she was talking to, she’d have given them a report of how I’m doing at work. When I called my parents to explain why an American woman had been trying to solve custom stream issues with them, they took down her name so they can have a proper chat should she call again.
Sometimes, all you can do is laugh. And hope that Friday comes around soon. :o)