Help! I’ve Been Outsourced.

I got a text from Vic a few mornings ago that Fed Ex would be arriving. Sure enough, five minutes later, I padded downstairs in my bathrobe to answer the door and bring up a rather large box. It was 11 am and little did I know that my purpose in life was shifting below my bare feet.

When Vic got home, he rushed to the office and with a giddy evil grin exclaimed, “You’ve been outsourced! Waa Haaa Haaa!”

The menacing iRobot sits in a pod, waiting to brush and vacuum our floors. The cat has made friends with it and sits on top of it purring. Vic, being a bit of geek, has already been thinking of special instructions he can code into it with Linux.

I can only hope that it will never be able to cook truffled egg toast. Vic says it gives us more time to “enjoy each other’s company” but I am not so sure.