Taking unsuccessful multi-taskers to task while sighing over spilt milk

NOBODY does an eye roll like Stephanie. Like last week. On a lovely morning, the cherry trees outside dappled with sunshine, she’s at her desk talking to a client who should be in a room with me discussing her career, but who, we gather by eavesdropping on Steph’s conversation, is in fact at our old premises in Northumberland Rd.

Steph tells her how to get to us. Describes our new premises. You literally can’t miss it. It’s a brick Byzantine style building opposite the Royal Victoria Eye and Ear Hospital on the Adelaide Rd. Until it was de-consecrated more than a decade ago, it was the capital city’s oldest synagogue.

“Is she going to find us?” someone asked Steph as she put down the phone. The response was a head shake which turned out to be correct. The client made an energetic attempt to convince the Presbyterian Church just down the road that it was the Synagogue, but Presbyterians don’t convert that easily. By the time she was seated in our boardroom, half an hour of her time was gone, although she didn’t seem that pushed.