I walked into work half an hour late this beautiful mild morning, to find my boss elbow-deep in paint, paper, gum and scissors, grinning delightedly to himself. It was springtime on his desk.
“Hullo!”, I said, googly-eyed. We had Serious Pending Work, and I expected much busy-beeing, head-clutching and manic tea-glugging all around, not this cheerful kindergartening.
“Hello, hello!”, said my boss, misunderstanding my reaction. “We’re making the the cover for the children’s book. Design perm-coms. What do you think?”
“I think”, I said firmly,”that I can help”. And, without waiting for a response, dove headlong into Paint-tipped Gummy-finger Land.
My job may be underpaid and overworked, but every now and then, it is utterly, utterly delightful.