Working on my own has its perks. Flexi hours, comfortable dressing, no boss to report to, no office politics, no gossips.
Actually, I lie.
I do miss the gossips. I miss hearing them from colleagues, the conspiracy type of human interaction.
In other words, I miss being a kaypoh.
Last night, over dinner, as usual, I would asked: "How was your day?" Now hubby is not a gossip person. But people can't seemed to resist telling him stuff. Maybe because he's so quiet, he looks harmless. So I hear the usual office stories of who's left, who's joined, who's in, who's out etc. Unfortunately (I supposed I should say fortunately) he doesn't say alot... in terms of juicy details.
Sigh...men just don't know how to tell stories.
I wanted to tell him about my day too. So I racked my brain to think of the most exciting thing that happened that day..
1) Someone new has moved downstairs. I know because I saw the empty cartons and the kitchen windows were opened.
2) There was a lizard in the bathroom. It was big, fat one.
My office life is so exciting.