I'm still thinking about My Personal Assistant, the post in which I list the chores I would prefer to delegate to a Personal Assistant. Let me add one more: Carry My Stuff.
I am overwhelmed by My Stuff. I can't handle it all. I bring stuff to work; I bring it back home again.
What do I have? Water. Lunch. Tablet. Wallet. Badge. Hat. Tissues. Jacket. Inhaler. Pen. Keys. Snack. ShoppingListOfMoreStuffToBuy. SomethingToFaxForMyWife.* (Crap, I just remembered that I forgot to bring carrot sticks for my snack today.)
I cram all My Stuff haphazardly into a reusable shopping bag to make it easier to Carry. But it's not easy.
It's a warm day, so I decide to Carry my jacket instead of wear it. And I Carry the bag. (Heck let's just call it a murse, okay?) Now I also need to Carry the keys. In my third hand. In my dreams.
No, in my dreams, My Personal Assistant would Carry My Stuff. As I leave for work, she somehow has already gathered It All and cheerfully follows me out the door with It. Brrr, it's cold, so instantly she dresses me in my jacket. The car is locked. But she's got the keys, and deftly unlocks and opens the door.
At work the Pecan Pie that I ordered is delivered by a coworker's Boy Scout son. My Personal Assistant brings it down to the cafeteria and places it in the freezer.
When it's time to leave for the day, My Personal Assistant actually remembers the pie (which I forgot three days in a row, so far) and adds it to all My Other Stuff.
We go to the store. She carries the shopping list and ensures I get everything on the list. Plus ice cream for herself, if she so chooses. She brings it all to the car and stows it away, and she gets the tablet I accidentally left behind in the shopping cart as an added bonus.+
This is a wonderful dream.
Oh, and the Personal Assistant's name, if you haven't already guessed, is "Mommy."
* It is true that I do not have a cell phone.
+ I did this twice, so far. I drove home from the supermarket, leaving my tablet in the shopping cart in the parking lot.