The Little Boss – where my granddaughter discovers that being me isn’t very exciting

Baby Boss
Not my granddaughter… but you get the picture.

Folks, occasionally my granddaughter will do something that stops me dead in my tracks, like the time she jumped on me while I was doing some sit-ups.

I’m still not sure if my spleen is working properly yet.

Anyway, one morning I staggered from my bed, made a bucket of coffee and wobbled back to my computer where I found her toiling merrily away.

She was wearing one of Grandma’s work-shirts and my headphones, so I sat down beside her and watched her bash into my ancient keyboard.

“I’m working like you Granddad,” she announced.

“Do you want some breakfast?” I asked.

“Can’t, too much work to do, busy, busy, busy,” she muttered.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

She nodded at the phone, “Can you make some calls for me please?”

I picked up the phone and said, “This is granddad speaking, no, she’s too busy to come to the phone, please leave a message.”

I was rewarded with a brief smile. I’d only been on the job for two minutes and had already made a valuable contribution!

By the time I’d finished my coffee she was bored. It seems being me wasn’t very exciting.

Palming her off onto Grandma, I returned to my computer to finish my column. I don’t want to mention any names, but someone had somehow deleted it.

As I made breakfast it struck me that at work we’re all pretending to be something else.

As a boy I wanted to be a cowboy, a Rockstar, a truckie, a bikie, a builder and for a brief period, Batman. I’ve actually been some of those things and the reality is, once the novelty wears off, they’re just jobs.

I suspect even Batman must occasionally wish he’d been an accountant.

Anyway, I don’t know what sort of job the little tacker will wind up doing when she grows up, but whatever it is, I hope she doesn’t find it a grind because life is far too short to be miserable at work.

Still, if the other morning is any guide, whatever it is, she’ll definitely be the boss.

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