... your boss, who has recently cut your hours in half because he says he can't afford to pay your full-time salary any more, calls you at home on a Saturday afternoon to ask if you would happen to know if his favorite golf putter is at the office, because he can't find it anywhere at his house and is about to play a round.
Oy! I hope your interviews bear fruit QUICKLY! So you can get OUT of there and leave him to his incompetence!
ReplyDeleteYou can't get out of there soon enough!!
ReplyDeletedid you hide it on him before you left? :)
ReplyDelete"Yeah, actually, I'm going to use it to beat the shit out of your car."
ReplyDeleteSo many possibilities of how that phone call turned out. What a jerk.
Of course you have no idea where it is, right?
ReplyDeleteI love you guys.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea where his stupid golf club is, and the idea that he would think that I would actually give a sh*t about it at this point (or ever, actually, now that I think about it) is kind of ... mind-boggling. Never underestimate the ego of a rich white man, I guess.
On the other hand, I had an EXCELLENT weekend involving all the finer things in MY life, i.e., kittens and hiking and sunshine and friends and ice cream, so who CARES about the putter? haha.