Friday, August 26, 2005
how to look like you're working whilst web surfing and eating stodge with a hangover
I continue to dig my own grave. It's like I can't help myself.
After a particularly rowdy midweek drinking session I couldn't manage to drag myself into work on time.
I did manage to text ahead to one of the other wageslaves and say I was running late and cover for me but unfortunately, I was confronted by my boss (Number 1) within touching distance from my desk.
I had managed to make it through reception without being seen and couldn't believe my luck as I realised he was on the phone with his back to me.
"Glad you could make it!" boomed THAT voice from his ever open office door. He looked through me before glaring knowingly at his watch.
"Don't mention it." I blurted out with a huge grin. I turned to my chair, threw down my bag and decided that what I really needed was a good, strong cup of coffee. Lunch time was only 2 hours away but it was going to be a long 2 hours. Especially with that freak boring holes into the back of my head.
Thank God for hangovers. I fear no one when I have a hangover. After lunch though I'll probably get paranoid but until then I'm going to be too busy thinking about eating stodge to be afraid of the sack.
Now I've just got to look like I'm working for the next 3 hours.
After a particularly rowdy midweek drinking session I couldn't manage to drag myself into work on time.
I did manage to text ahead to one of the other wageslaves and say I was running late and cover for me but unfortunately, I was confronted by my boss (Number 1) within touching distance from my desk.
I had managed to make it through reception without being seen and couldn't believe my luck as I realised he was on the phone with his back to me.
"Glad you could make it!" boomed THAT voice from his ever open office door. He looked through me before glaring knowingly at his watch.
"Don't mention it." I blurted out with a huge grin. I turned to my chair, threw down my bag and decided that what I really needed was a good, strong cup of coffee. Lunch time was only 2 hours away but it was going to be a long 2 hours. Especially with that freak boring holes into the back of my head.
Thank God for hangovers. I fear no one when I have a hangover. After lunch though I'll probably get paranoid but until then I'm going to be too busy thinking about eating stodge to be afraid of the sack.
Now I've just got to look like I'm working for the next 3 hours.
# posted by mydaysasawageslave @ 6:12 AM 
