Earlier today my boss walked by my cubicle, my actual For Real boss, the boss that could with ONE SMALL BLINK OF AN EYE put me out on the street and into the hands of the freakishly cracked out homeless people who are just waiting, WAITING for me to join their ranks-- and this boss CALLED ME BY NAME.
I spent 20 minutes contemplating a) how he knew my name b) why he knew my name and c) if there was cause for alarm because my Big and Totally For Real Boss knew my name.
And then I realized:
My name is on the cheesy plastic tag at the top of my cubicle. RIGHT AT THE TOP, people.
Damn I'm special.
1 comment:
It's a good thing that the powers that be know you by name if you didn't screw up.
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