I have been having a blast lately at work with one of my projects. It has been a long time coming. I started working a few months ago with a new group and we have been rocking and rolling on our project. These guys are great at their jobs and have great personalities. The project is coming to an end and I had a fabulous week at work last week. I rocked my trainings for the project to staff. I also had a couple of other trainings last week for another project that is ready to start off in another month. I was on cloud nine and a tad hyper about it all. Spur of the moment on Friday I said that we should head out of work a little early and grab a beer to celebrate with team. So we did.
I was attempting to be sneaky and headed over to a different building to finish up one last piece of work and meet them. I had no intentions of seeing my boss at 3:30pm in this building on a Friday afternoon. I am also pretty sure that he had no intention of seeing me in that building on a late Friday afternoon. I walked into the courthouse and walk past a meeting room. The door to the room was cracked open and the window had the blinds up and I can't help but look in there to see who and possibly what type of meeting is going on each time I pass it. I take a look in and I'm sure I slowed my steps and paused. Low and behold who looks right at me, but my boss. He was doing some sort of presentation in the room. Well, shit, that wasn't supposed to happen! I just keep walking by and think to myself, well, I do have about 5 minutes of work that needs to get done, good excuse to be here. I go and get my work done and tell my group that I am dead because the boss just saw me and we need to find an escape route to get out of the building. The last thing I need him to see is me walking out with my project team early from work on a Friday afternoon. There is a back door and an elevator so we head out - yeah! He will never know now.
We head a few blocks away to some dive bar and grab a few beers. As we are sitting there a few people from our work wander in because they are also meeting up for beers. Not great for me, but I can deal. We are having what I will refer to as some "lively" conversation. All of the sudden we look over and who is standing there but my boss's boss! You have got to be kidding me. Strike 2 against me. We say hello and chat him up a bit, but let me tell you I am freaking out at this point. I am not wanting my image at work to be that I go out and go boozing with my co-workers, especially one that is a group of all guys. I end up leaving a little later than I usually do to head home by about 30 minutes. I have a terrible feeling there may be hell to pay when I get home for not calling and such so I call my neighbor on my way home to tell him to come over and have a beer with the hubby and bail me out. Strike 3. My neighbor answers his phone and tells me that he is already at my house having a beer. Great, just great, completely busted on every turn that I make that day. 3 strikes and I am out. The night ended up fine, but I will probably not try being sneaky again for awhile, at work or at home. Apparently the stars do not align for me in this department.
I was attempting to be sneaky and headed over to a different building to finish up one last piece of work and meet them. I had no intentions of seeing my boss at 3:30pm in this building on a Friday afternoon. I am also pretty sure that he had no intention of seeing me in that building on a late Friday afternoon. I walked into the courthouse and walk past a meeting room. The door to the room was cracked open and the window had the blinds up and I can't help but look in there to see who and possibly what type of meeting is going on each time I pass it. I take a look in and I'm sure I slowed my steps and paused. Low and behold who looks right at me, but my boss. He was doing some sort of presentation in the room. Well, shit, that wasn't supposed to happen! I just keep walking by and think to myself, well, I do have about 5 minutes of work that needs to get done, good excuse to be here. I go and get my work done and tell my group that I am dead because the boss just saw me and we need to find an escape route to get out of the building. The last thing I need him to see is me walking out with my project team early from work on a Friday afternoon. There is a back door and an elevator so we head out - yeah! He will never know now.
We head a few blocks away to some dive bar and grab a few beers. As we are sitting there a few people from our work wander in because they are also meeting up for beers. Not great for me, but I can deal. We are having what I will refer to as some "lively" conversation. All of the sudden we look over and who is standing there but my boss's boss! You have got to be kidding me. Strike 2 against me. We say hello and chat him up a bit, but let me tell you I am freaking out at this point. I am not wanting my image at work to be that I go out and go boozing with my co-workers, especially one that is a group of all guys. I end up leaving a little later than I usually do to head home by about 30 minutes. I have a terrible feeling there may be hell to pay when I get home for not calling and such so I call my neighbor on my way home to tell him to come over and have a beer with the hubby and bail me out. Strike 3. My neighbor answers his phone and tells me that he is already at my house having a beer. Great, just great, completely busted on every turn that I make that day. 3 strikes and I am out. The night ended up fine, but I will probably not try being sneaky again for awhile, at work or at home. Apparently the stars do not align for me in this department.
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