TheBanyanTree: The Sound of My Husband's Wife at Work

[Monique Colver]

He says he can tell when I'm working. It should be enough to know that I'm
here, in my office, at my desk, working diligently at my computer, solving
the financial mysteries of companies across the nation, but there are noise
indicators that make it very apparent.

Like today. I received an email from my voicemail, and I thought, "How
strange. I've been sitting right here by the phone and it didn't ring." Then
I looked at the phone. The little screen that says I'm online was blank. And
then I noticed that while the cable from the back of the phone was still
plugged in to the router, the power cord was missing. I let loose a stream
of invective as I searched for the power cord, which had fallen out of the
back of the phone. It's oddly positioned so that if the phone is on a flat
surface the power cord, as well as the cable, interfere with it laying down
flat, so I keep the phone hanging half off the credenza. While looking for
the power cord, which had cleverly hidden itself amongst all the other cords
snaking around my floor, I knocked down my modem.

A stream of invective. I could go into details or use the little symbols,
but I'm not really sure how to translate what I said into little symbols.
Perhaps these? ^*%$$#$$^?

Anyway, then my phone came crashing down. It is, after all, sitting half off
the credenza. &(*&*(&*(%$$%%&^^^**(()_*** said I.

>From the next office my husband said, "Ah, the sound of my wife working."

*(&*&&*((&^%^&%^$#$$