its that time of the day again..where mum goes and gets the boys and i have a free reign over the office..no one to tell me to do stuff..or whisper from behind.."nisha..if u dont get off the internet now..im going to tell yr father and potong yr gaji"..cue the *rolled eyes*..these are the peacefull hours..execpt when i hafta get up and get the goddamn fax's which NEVER stop cming..its like when i finnaly deign to get up and retrieve the neglected documents from the machine..and sit down..look here look there..record it and put it in the respective folder and get started on doing something else on the comp again..another document will come in..aarrgh..oh..and when my dad calls me on the intercom asking for a document which i have no knowledge about..i literally hafta run around the off looking for it..like today..he calls me on the intercom and goes " get me the file for no21 "..and hangs up...im like wth is no21..im calling my mum on the phone and she says its one of the property files..i run to the drawer..realise i forgot the keys..run back to the key cabinet..(im not wearing my specs)..squint to read the tags on the keys that say "property files"..grab it..run to the drawer..open the heavy metal thing..skim tru the labels..open the little space that's supposed to have the files..and wat do u know..it isnt there..run back to call my mum panicking because my dad has a short temper and one of his pet peeves is hving to wait for something..im babbling to my mum on the phone.."it isnt thr..the file isnt thr.." when in my direct line of vision i see a file on the accounts director's table..No21..ss2/7...yea..