My little bundle of joy
Tuesday, 19th December 2006. It was around 430pm. I was in the office. Running between meetings, operational updates and closure of the appraisal process. My cell phone rang. It was my father-in-law. “It is time.” In about two minutes, I closed out everything I was dealing with. Once I had taken care of that, I walked up to my boss’s boss, my immediate boss being on leave, and informed that I would be out of office indefinitely. He wished me luck. I scurried back to my desk to set my out of office message, logged off and rushed to the parking lot. I would have given Dominic Toretto a good run for his money as I rushed headlong into the peak hour traffic on the drive back home. Given that I had just started driving a few months back, it was a bloody miracle that I did not end up in the crematorium. I brought the car to a screeching halt as I neared my abode, backed up into the parking and rushed inside breathlessly. I walked into the living room ...