Tuesday, November 12, 2002
When I quit smoking a couple months ago, I made the mistake of telling people at work about it.
Since I started up again, my boss thinks it is his personal challenge to reprimand me for having cigarettes and is constantly going "Joe, what are you doing smoking? I can smell it!"
Just now, as Rita and I were going out for our morning smoke, we saw our boss waiting outside the front of the building. What he was doing just standing there staring is beyond me. I think he might be a little weird.
Well, anyway, Rita goes around the corner of the staircase and sees him and freezes in her tracks. She calls behind her "Joe, don't move...Teef is standing right outside the building."
I decide that it would be VERY covert of me to sneak a peak around the corner of the wall to see what he was doing. As I am staring at him, he (VERY CREEPILY) turns his head and looks me directly in the eye.
HOW DID HE KNOW I WAS THERE???
He points at me and motions for me to just come down the stairs. Because I don't want to deal with his "lecture" on why I should still be cigarette free, I looked at him in the eye and then just RAN up the stairs. I pretended as though I was getting my money out of my wallet for a bagel. Well, there was no need to pretend anything. He was gone when I came back down the stairs.
So essentially what I have done is:
a) Not get away with smoking
b) made myself look like an ass for RUNNING away
and
c) gotten a very tasty roll with butter.
YUM!
Since I started up again, my boss thinks it is his personal challenge to reprimand me for having cigarettes and is constantly going "Joe, what are you doing smoking? I can smell it!"
Just now, as Rita and I were going out for our morning smoke, we saw our boss waiting outside the front of the building. What he was doing just standing there staring is beyond me. I think he might be a little weird.
Well, anyway, Rita goes around the corner of the staircase and sees him and freezes in her tracks. She calls behind her "Joe, don't move...Teef is standing right outside the building."
I decide that it would be VERY covert of me to sneak a peak around the corner of the wall to see what he was doing. As I am staring at him, he (VERY CREEPILY) turns his head and looks me directly in the eye.
HOW DID HE KNOW I WAS THERE???
He points at me and motions for me to just come down the stairs. Because I don't want to deal with his "lecture" on why I should still be cigarette free, I looked at him in the eye and then just RAN up the stairs. I pretended as though I was getting my money out of my wallet for a bagel. Well, there was no need to pretend anything. He was gone when I came back down the stairs.
So essentially what I have done is:
a) Not get away with smoking
b) made myself look like an ass for RUNNING away
and
c) gotten a very tasty roll with butter.
YUM!
