Yesterday I was abovewith my boss when disaster strikes.
My eldest son – 7 years old, carrying a never-ending gas tank – literally teared our gate from the brick wall to which it was attached, after brandishing it for 10 minutes.
My 4-year-old son, exploding through the front door into my studies, happily commented on the news in my boss's full vision. Smiling like a buffalo, waving to the screen.
"DADDY, DADDY! SAY IT! SAY IT!" He shouted. Pleasure is not the one in trouble once.
"Uh, should I call you back?" Ask my boss.
"Yes," I answered, through gnashing teeth, "you may need to give me a minute."
We are in deep for a weekInspiration course and for those of us lucky enough to work from home, the way we communicate has changed. No more "how was your weekend" by boiling big. No more "sports teams" with water coolers.
Now we are all on Zoom and I absolutely love it.
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