Working 9 to 5 (What A Way to Make A Living)

I was wrong.

There, I admit it.

I was completely and totally wrong.

What was I wrong about?  For all my life I've been under the impression that my family were over-exaggerating when they'd come home from work tired.  Going to work always sounded like a piece of cake to me--an experience filled with fun and games.  I mean, work has vending machines, and coffee and lunch breaks, and you get to ride in a car to get to and from there each day.  And judging by the conversations Sister has told me about, everyone spends the entire day talking about their four-legged roommates (how else do I keep up with the comings and goings of Mecki, Bastille, and Baci?).  I ask you, how bad could work be?

But, after a week of working as Sister's Administrative Assistant (while also keeping an eye on Ma who was also working from home), I've come to realize that they are very much entitled to be tired.

Here's what I learned after one week of employment:

1. There are no nap times.  Sure, I sneaked in a few, dare I say, "cat naps," at my desk while Sister worked (my desk is my pillow which was placed next to Sister's desk in the Land of No), but neither Sister or Ma took a nap and as a result, neither could I, properly.  I'm surprised.  They are away from the house for eight solid hours and they don't get one single nap!
2. When someone is working, they don't necessarily have the time to rub my ears and tummy whenever I feel the need.  Case in point, last Wednesday Sister was on the phone and I scurried over for an ear rub.  Well, not only did Sister only rub my ears briefly, but she also apologized to the person she was on the phone with when I gave a "yip" of annoyance for not giving me her complete attention.  What nerve!
3. Working brings about rather unreasonable rules.  Apparently, I'm not allowed to lick computers or shred pieces of paper with passwords written on them.  Unreasonable I say!  Unreasonable!

My First Day At Work

Still, despite these new found revelations and rules, I'm a hard worker and a good Administrative Assistant.  As soon as Sister starts her computer up in the morning, I report to my desk and stay there by her side the entire day unless I'm checking to see how Ma is doing upstairs on her computer or barking to go out.  And when the day is done and Sister turns off her computer, I am completely and totally exhausted--a shadow of my former self.  If I weren't covered in glamorous golden fur, you'd see that I have dark circles under my eyes.

But there has been a new development.  I found out this weekend that Pa will be working, on and off, from home as well starting next week.  Now I'll have all three of my humans hanging around the house.

I'll never rest again!