The Scene
Monday night. 9:15 p.m.
After nearly a month of 60+ hour work weeks and putting in an absolutely brutal day at work, I'd hoped to get home for a relaxing evening before packing for my 6:30 a.m. flight the next morning. I was at work. I was tired. It didn't look like I'd be leaving any time soon.
The Conversation
Bossman: So, how are you doing? Hanging in there okay?
Me: I'm beginning to suspect that I have horribly wronged you in a past life and, as a result, you are trying to kill me in this one.
Fortunately, my boss appreciates my sense of humor.
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3 comments:
Bwah!
I'm pretty sure my boss will still be haunting me in my next life.
You should let your boss know that you have personal responsibility to the masses of fans that you have in a mult-state network that depend on you for encouragement and entertainment. I'm sure he'll see it your way and cut you a break at work so that you can follow your true calling. He and you both owe it to humanity. After all, that's what life is all about.
Oh my ~ so sorry to hear you've been - and continue to be - overworked, my friend! Missing your posts terribly!!
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