If I Ever Feel Better

After my first day in my new job, I blurted out to Nikki, “I’ve got an office, a Blackberry and a personal assistant! Who am I?”

To be true, the PA isn’t strictly mine - I share with two others - but I do have someone is supposed to manage my diary, do my photocopying and make phone calls for me. At least, I think that’s what she’s supposed to do. I haven’t quite got this figured out.

I did a bit of a survey of people I know to see what they thought.

My dad, who has had assistants for years now, said that you can get them to do anything. Organise your personal travel, get cards for birthdays, arrange your dry-cleaning. Basically, whatever work is making you too busy to do. My friends, most of whom don’t have PAs, generally agreed. “I’d love to have someone to do everything for me,” was the typical response. Although one mate said that he’d had an assistant for a few months and was as clueless as me.

I just feel really uncomfortable asking someone the same age as my mother to do things I am able to do myself. But on the other hand, this dry cleaning won’t take itself to the shops.