It shouldn’t happen to a freelance writer

The phone always rings when I’m in the shower. It doesn’t matter what time I choose to shower – that’s when the phone will ring.

It happened again this morning. I had just finished rinsing the shampoo from my hair when the phone shattered the silence. Stumbling from the shower, I quickly swaddled myself in as many towels as I could muster, and rushed to the office – previously known as "the spare bedroom".

"Hot Igloo, Amber speaking!" I said brightly, praying to whatever God was listening that there was nothing of the "I’m dressed in only a towel!" about my voice. I would have got away with it, too, if it hadn’t been for Rubin.

Rubin is noisy. Very, very noisy. And like the phone itself, Rubin has an unerring instinct for the worst possible time to call.

He sauntered into the room just as I reached the end of my sales pitch to the client on the end of the line. I watched in horror as he made a beeline for his favourite toy. Rubin’s favourite toy is a plastic squeaky object shaped like Mickey Mouse. Or, to be specific, shaped like Mickey Mouse’s pants. He has one shaped like Mickey’s hand as well, so quite the collection of Mickey body parts goin’ on there, yesiree.

As I started to explain the intricacies of hiring a copywiter to my prospective client, Rubin seized Mickey’s Pants with glee, throwing them joyfully into the air, from where they fell with an almighty THUD. In the home office, with its hardwood floor and its echoes, the noise was implausibly loud. Every time the pants hit the deck, Rubin hit the pants. "SQUEAK!" said the pants. "GRRR!" said Rubin, his growl totally belying the fact that he is, in fact, a fluffy white dog, and not the fierce wolf he so fondly likes to think he is, I edged my way slowly across the floor. Mission: separate Rubin and The Pants. The mission was successful. I lunged, the Pants fell, Rubin stopped growling – and the towel preserving my modesty dropped dramatically to the floor.

For a moment I stood there, dog in one hand, Mickey Pants in the other, phone under my chin, towel-turban (now my only adornment) on head. "Hello?" said the client. "Are you still there?"

I stumbled back to my desk, somehow regaining both my composure and my towel. "Give me that website address again," I asked the client, smiling through painfully gritted teeth. I had just finished typing it into Google when the screen turned blank. Glancing down, I saw Rubin staring up at me, smiling, with one paw pressed firmly on the "power" button on the PC…

Mickeyhand_1  Somehow I got through the rest of the call. I don’t THINK the client realised that I was naked, or that a small white dog and his squeaky Mickey Pants were calling the shots. She made an appointment to meet with me, anyway. Needless to say, I suggested we meet up at HER office, rather than mine. I’ll aim to be better dressed this time, too.

And I learned a lesson. Well, three, really:
1. Whatever you do, and however you do it, if you work from home, keep regular office hours. That means that if it’s 9am on Friday morning, you’re at your desk – not in the shower.
2. Pets and business don’t mix.
3. Clothes are good. Really.

Hi, I'm Amber. I'm a full-time fashion/shoe blogger from the UK, and this is the story of my life, my clothes, and the International Man of Mystery Next Door. You can read more from me at my other blogs, The Fashion Police and Shoeperwoman, and you can follow me on Bloglovin' here.

9 Comments

  • Reply August 26, 2006

    Leigh

    lmao

    If Rubin was a person, he'd be wearing a hoodie ;)

  • Reply August 26, 2006

    Fael

    Eek!

  • Reply August 27, 2006

    Jen

    Awww, bless Rubin, that was really very funny!

  • Reply August 27, 2006

    Diane

    I'm sorry this happened to you, but it was hilarious to read about- and isn't that the point of blogging, no humiliation is wasted?!! xx

  • Reply August 28, 2006

    Amy

    Ha! Diane, that is so true! Actually, I think I'm going to adopt it as my tagline: Forver Amber – no humiliation wasted. Love it!

  • Reply August 30, 2006

    Diane

    LOL!

  • Reply September 1, 2006

    Linda

    Hi Amber,
    I've just read this after finding your blog after seeing you on TV Scoop (sorry if this makes me sound like a mad stalker.) I once told a features editor whom I'd known 10 years or more that I was speaking to him with just a towel wrapped round me. Things were never the same again.

  • Reply September 1, 2006

    Amber

    Hi Linda, and please, stalk away – I have always wanted a stalker! Lol at the towel, though – oh the pitfalls of writing for a living!

  • Reply November 5, 2010

    Fashion Limbo

    loved this post…and I feel you! work from home and have a small dachshund that never barks… except when I’m on the phone :S
    The tip of being at your desk and ready at 9 is great, makes a lot of sense :) Let’s see how long I can do it for before I go back to the lazy “im-still-in-my-robe-at-11″ antics ;)

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