The joys of being the working wife...
Dear everyone and their uncle (but you, sir, in particular),
You have got to stop asking me where my husband is. And, perhaps even more importantly, you have got to stop looking at me like I'm the one who has carelessly misplaced him when I can't give you a satisfying answer!
Please understand that I am his wife; not his mother. I don't have some sort of mental GPS-tracker wired into my brain. It did not come with the wedding certificate.
He is a grown man, managing a business. A position in which he moves around an awful lot, and if I had to keep tabs on his every move, we'd be on the phone constantly, which is exceedingly counter-productive for any potential costumers calling in vain.
And all so I can give you an answer you have no use for anyway. Seriously: Me telling you "he is at so-and-so address, meeting with so-and-so," is technically as useful to you as "I don't know," because your business is that you need him here, now, and none of those answers will provide that.
Yes, I, too, can spot that his car is parked right there, but that makes me none the wiser as to his whereabouts, same as you. He might be somewhere in the building. He might be down the street. He might have gone with one of the other guys to help with something. You know how you can find out? Call and ask him, like a normal person, instead of behaving like a petulant 5-year old whose buddy's mom won't let him out to play. I can assure you that is not the case.
Another benefit of giving him a call? You can make an appointment with him, instead of disturbing me eleventy thousand times for the rest of the day "just to see if he's back."
Please stop. You're being a menace.
You have got to stop asking me where my husband is. And, perhaps even more importantly, you have got to stop looking at me like I'm the one who has carelessly misplaced him when I can't give you a satisfying answer!
Please understand that I am his wife; not his mother. I don't have some sort of mental GPS-tracker wired into my brain. It did not come with the wedding certificate.
He is a grown man, managing a business. A position in which he moves around an awful lot, and if I had to keep tabs on his every move, we'd be on the phone constantly, which is exceedingly counter-productive for any potential costumers calling in vain.
And all so I can give you an answer you have no use for anyway. Seriously: Me telling you "he is at so-and-so address, meeting with so-and-so," is technically as useful to you as "I don't know," because your business is that you need him here, now, and none of those answers will provide that.
Yes, I, too, can spot that his car is parked right there, but that makes me none the wiser as to his whereabouts, same as you. He might be somewhere in the building. He might be down the street. He might have gone with one of the other guys to help with something. You know how you can find out? Call and ask him, like a normal person, instead of behaving like a petulant 5-year old whose buddy's mom won't let him out to play. I can assure you that is not the case.
Another benefit of giving him a call? You can make an appointment with him, instead of disturbing me eleventy thousand times for the rest of the day "just to see if he's back."
Please stop. You're being a menace.