I’m sitting here, working, doing the things that I think I need to get done.
I’m deep into this stupid spreadsheet. Reviewing, editing, cursing at it, just in general getting really annoyed and more and more dragged into this thing. In you walk.
I stop for just a second as you sit down across from me. You have this innocent look on your face as you settle into the couch, pull out your phone to play a game or two. You look up at me, see my exasperation and ask simply…. “Anything I can do to help?”
Yes, yes there is. Rawr!