The Evil Ones have, at the last minute, decided to visit our Las Vegas office. Ordinarily, that shouldn't mean much.
But say you had, over a month ago, requested two days off this week. And you go on your merry way, making plans under the assumption that all was as scheduled. But then, say the Evil Ones go to Vegas and tell you (not ask you -- that would be too much!) that you are to remain in the office as the department can't be vacant.
Thus, I'm presented with several options.
A) Go postal. I have a rubber-band gun under my desk. I'm a nasty shot, too.
B) Stay. Sit at my desk for two days and fume, taking breaks only to go to the annex across the street to throw darts at blown-up pictures of the Evil Ones.
C) Come to work tomorrow, as planned. But sometime in the afternoon develop a terrible, hacking cough and fever (I think I feel a tickle in my throat already) and book it to the train station.
D) Take Friday's paycheck and go to Puerto Rico for a week.
Am inclined to go with C and fantasize about D. But then again, it would be really sweet to pull out that rubber-band gun
*** update ***
Dear Karma,
So, I totally get your job in the Universe and everything. I really do. But aren't you supposed to wait until I tell actually tell the lie to make me sick? Puking in the ladies' room at work is so undignified.
Regards,
H
DO IT!!!! Pull out the rubber band gun! At the very least they should have sent you to Vegas.
Posted by: michael at December 8, 2003 10:57 AMUgh, what bullshit. I'd go with A and D in quick succession. Wait for a prime moment to whip out the rubber band gun, and as soon as they turn to see who did it, grab the paycheck and run.
Posted by: Jenny at December 8, 2003 11:02 AMWith creative use of some sticky tape, discarded office memos and a chair with little wheels (preferable poached from the board room or evil ones office) you could make your self a fine looking pony. Ride out of there girl with your rubber-band gun a blazin'.
Posted by: Kay at December 8, 2003 11:46 AMd.
Posted by: michelle at December 8, 2003 11:49 AM"With creative use of some sticky tape, discarded office memos and a chair with little wheels (preferable poached from the board room or evil ones office) you could make your self a fine looking pony. Ride out of there girl with your rubber-band gun a blazin'. "
What I would give to witness someone doing that...
Hope you feel better! At least you don't have to feel guilty about the lie, although the Evil Ones should feel worse for telling you to ditch your days off.
Posted by: LadyCrumpet at December 8, 2003 03:11 PM