“Chinty on the phone.” “Miss Chinty – there has been an incident at school and involves A. Could you please come to the school now?”
Once or twice in a month I get the urge to meet people and then I go to the office to spend the day working from there. Since I am a remote employee I have to hot desk if I ever go to the office. I am also on conf call all the time and end up disturbing people hot desking (is there a word like that?) next to me. All in all it does not make much of a difference whether I work from home or office.
OK so a few weeks back I was at office when I received this call from A’s school. A is my precious baby and I have had to fight real hard to get him here with me, so calls like these get me quite worked up. I ran out of the office building, jumped into the car and literally flew to the school.
Guess what? My poor baby had stolen a chicken wing from the canteen. One blooming chicken wing; the interrogation went something like this – A did you steal one chicken wing from the canteen? A – yes. Did you have the money to pay for it? A –yes. How much money did you have with you? A – twenty pounds. Did you forget to bring your lunch from home? A – no. Were you hungry? A – no. Then why did you steal the chicken wing? A – I wasn’t thinking straight. Would you do this again? A – no. Then I signed off some papers.
After school conversation between mom and son : Mom - “why exactly did you steal ONE chicken wing?” Son - “Because all kids in my school do that and I wanted to know whether I can get away with it.” Mom – “Stealing is an art and the art is not in stealing, but in not getting caught.” Mom – “Next time you want to be a hero in front of your friends go and steal a diamond necklace and not a stupid chicken wing. Do you feel you have the balls to steal a diamond necklace?” Son – “No”. Mom – “Good, because I don’t want a thief for a son.” Case closed, no more conversation ever about it.
Son thinks mom is pretty cool. But I know better – Mom has done worse stuff than just stealing.
Once or twice in a month I get the urge to meet people and then I go to the office to spend the day working from there. Since I am a remote employee I have to hot desk if I ever go to the office. I am also on conf call all the time and end up disturbing people hot desking (is there a word like that?) next to me. All in all it does not make much of a difference whether I work from home or office.
OK so a few weeks back I was at office when I received this call from A’s school. A is my precious baby and I have had to fight real hard to get him here with me, so calls like these get me quite worked up. I ran out of the office building, jumped into the car and literally flew to the school.
Guess what? My poor baby had stolen a chicken wing from the canteen. One blooming chicken wing; the interrogation went something like this – A did you steal one chicken wing from the canteen? A – yes. Did you have the money to pay for it? A –yes. How much money did you have with you? A – twenty pounds. Did you forget to bring your lunch from home? A – no. Were you hungry? A – no. Then why did you steal the chicken wing? A – I wasn’t thinking straight. Would you do this again? A – no. Then I signed off some papers.
After school conversation between mom and son : Mom - “why exactly did you steal ONE chicken wing?” Son - “Because all kids in my school do that and I wanted to know whether I can get away with it.” Mom – “Stealing is an art and the art is not in stealing, but in not getting caught.” Mom – “Next time you want to be a hero in front of your friends go and steal a diamond necklace and not a stupid chicken wing. Do you feel you have the balls to steal a diamond necklace?” Son – “No”. Mom – “Good, because I don’t want a thief for a son.” Case closed, no more conversation ever about it.
Son thinks mom is pretty cool. But I know better – Mom has done worse stuff than just stealing.
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