To say the year has begun well for me is an understatement. I have had immense excitement since the year begun. I am yet to investigate myself and find out why things seem to be going the way they are. In 2011, I made several resolutions that were to be effected in 2012.
One of the more important resolutions was that I will not hit 45 without a partner. A wife, so to speak. 2012 is gone, and I will hit my last day of 45th year on February 19, that means on February 20 I will be officially one year older than 45.
And I will definitely be single as I don't see much changes coming my way within the remaining time. With that unfulfilled resolution among many more, I decided I will not make any this year. Instead, I will learn how to do the things ladies do that men seem not able to. To multitask.
To begin with, I am a very good cook! That part is taken care of. I can do the kitchen work better than most ladies. I know I can drive and talk on the walkie talkie at the same time without missing a word or talking out of context. I know I can operate a car radio while cruising at the legally allowed speed without causing alarm. But there is something else that I have not tried to do.
I have watched my secretary work on the computer while speaking animatedly on her mobile phone, expertly squeezed between the ear and her shoulders.
She would not stop to think about what she was saying, and at the same time she would not reduce her typing speed or make errors that she would not if she was not on the phone. That has always intrigued me. But it should not be a miracle. Or so I thought.
I was preparing to go to town for a meeting. I had woken up early enough and done most of my morning chores. What remained was only to prepare breakfast and leave for town.
My colleague called to inquire about something that needed a lot of explanations. Instead of asking him to call later, I remembered to hold the phone like my secretary and continue the conversation while I make tea. It was not difficult at all.
My tea was cooking well and I had the bread buttered correctly. The conversation was still going on well on the phone but my neck was hurting from bending awkwardly to support the phone. The conversation was taking a new direction that needed some note taking and giving instructions.
I went to my office and begun taking notes on my office pad. Now I had the phone held by the hand in order to concentrate. After talking for almost 15 minutes, I remembered the tea in the kitchen. I had to cut the conversation and rush to the kitchen. I was too late. The tea had over boiled and spilled all over the floor.
By the look of the time, I was not doing well. The conversation was not completed. I called back and continued to talk to my colleague while holding the phone again on my neck so that I could wipe the mess on the kitchen floor.
When the kitchen was clean, I picked up my car keys and got out of the house. I was going to miss breakfast today. I had no time to make another cup of tea. I could not eat the toast because I was still on the phone.
While I locked the door, I knew I did not have everything I needed for my day in town. Something was missing from what I always carry. My phone. I went back inside to look for my phone.
It was not at the charging port. It was not anywhere on the bedroom dressing table, nor in the living room. I was getting very late now. Panting, I asked my colleague to hold on while I look for my phone.
"What phone? Another one other than what you are using at the moment?" he asked. I looked at my phone in my hands and felt really stupid. I will dedicate this year to the appreciation of the little things that women do that makes them so special and so important in our lives.