Things that Hit the Fan
Before I get started here, let me just say a couple of things.
1) The boss in my office is hated. Hated more than I’ve known any human being in the history of the world to be hated… except maybe Celine Dion.
2) This entry is gross, and you should read no further if you’re about to have lunch, dinner, a snack, breakfast, or even a strong cup of coffee.
I was sitting here at my desk, working on getting some daily questing work done when I got a phone call. The ring itself sounded desperate. I picked it up and before I could even say hello, the office assistant started talking in huge gasping sentences that stretched into pauseless paragraphs.
By the time she was done telling me what happened, I felt ill.
And I admit, a little amused.
At some point between the time the boss left her office for lunch and when she returned, someone snuck in there, squatted above her desk, and… left her a gift. When she got back, things really hit the fan.
I don’t know whether to be bummed or relieved that I wasn’t in the office. On the one hand, getting to hear her “shrieking for help” might have been entertaining, but on the other, I’d likely be in the top 5 suspects.
They’re trying to figure out who did it, but it’s probably like a mob hit in Little Italy; a thousand witness and no one saw a thing.