Since last Friday I have had a neon pink post it on my MacBook that reads 'hubby's PA. I [heart] her. New blog post.' Which in case you're wondering translates as 'must do blog post on my husband's PA'.
Why dedicate an entire blog post to a woman who works for Hubby? Well, she's literally a legend in her own lunchbreak and beyond, a source of calm in the storm that is hubby's workspace, and a much needed dose of organisational expertise in the organised chaos that is hubby's attempt at admin. Hubby has many strengths, many talents and many gifts, but admin is simply not one of them...
This is where superwoman a.k.a Simone, comes to the rescue. Not only does she conquer her mammoth 'to do' list with grace and the kinda efficiency that makes Kim Kardashian's make up artist look ineffectual, but inbetween doing her job she fields calls and emails from her boss's wife.
Yes, I am one of 'those' wives, the kind that occasionally feels totally within her rights to ask a favour of her hubby's PA. In case, you're wondering, 'yes', I am blushing as I type this... But 'no' I don't plan to stop this little habit I have developed. You see, Simone is the reason that I can get cars licensed, hubby's ID docs scanned (hi res, without having to ask) and things brought home that have been sitting on his desk gathering dust...
She is responsible for writing 'TAKE HOME TODAY. DO NOT FORGET' in perfect bold black penmanship on envelopes that contain the bits of paper that I need to do my 9 to 5 job, my wife job, but mostly my job as 'reserve PA'.
Simone is quick, efficient, detail obsessed and has never sent me an email containing a typo (no small feat considering that she was probably typing it with a landline phone stuck to her ear, a blackberry buzzing in her free hand and a toe hitting 'send' on a fax machine, all while lipreading instructions from Hubby).
Last Friday she was like superwoman to the rescue, Batman to my Robin, Lois to my Lane, Sherlock Holmes to my Watson... You get the point, she was the hero and I was the supporting act, conquering admin with the kind of skill usually reserved for Olympic gymnasts on a balance beam. And that, dear readers, is why I simply had to sing Miss Simone De Ponte's praises as loudly as I could, without, um, actually singing (cos that would just be unpleasant for all involved).
Why dedicate an entire blog post to a woman who works for Hubby? Well, she's literally a legend in her own lunchbreak and beyond, a source of calm in the storm that is hubby's workspace, and a much needed dose of organisational expertise in the organised chaos that is hubby's attempt at admin. Hubby has many strengths, many talents and many gifts, but admin is simply not one of them...
This is where superwoman a.k.a Simone, comes to the rescue. Not only does she conquer her mammoth 'to do' list with grace and the kinda efficiency that makes Kim Kardashian's make up artist look ineffectual, but inbetween doing her job she fields calls and emails from her boss's wife.
Yes, I am one of 'those' wives, the kind that occasionally feels totally within her rights to ask a favour of her hubby's PA. In case, you're wondering, 'yes', I am blushing as I type this... But 'no' I don't plan to stop this little habit I have developed. You see, Simone is the reason that I can get cars licensed, hubby's ID docs scanned (hi res, without having to ask) and things brought home that have been sitting on his desk gathering dust...
She is responsible for writing 'TAKE HOME TODAY. DO NOT FORGET' in perfect bold black penmanship on envelopes that contain the bits of paper that I need to do my 9 to 5 job, my wife job, but mostly my job as 'reserve PA'.
Simone is quick, efficient, detail obsessed and has never sent me an email containing a typo (no small feat considering that she was probably typing it with a landline phone stuck to her ear, a blackberry buzzing in her free hand and a toe hitting 'send' on a fax machine, all while lipreading instructions from Hubby).
Last Friday she was like superwoman to the rescue, Batman to my Robin, Lois to my Lane, Sherlock Holmes to my Watson... You get the point, she was the hero and I was the supporting act, conquering admin with the kind of skill usually reserved for Olympic gymnasts on a balance beam. And that, dear readers, is why I simply had to sing Miss Simone De Ponte's praises as loudly as I could, without, um, actually singing (cos that would just be unpleasant for all involved).
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