Saturday, April 15, 2017

That moment when ...




... 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.



6 comments:

spiffikins said...

Oy! I hope your interviews bear fruit QUICKLY! So you can get OUT of there and leave him to his incompetence!

Mama D said...

You can't get out of there soon enough!!

Tails from the Foster Kittens said...

did you hide it on him before you left? :)

Domestic Kate said...

"Yeah, actually, I'm going to use it to beat the shit out of your car."

So many possibilities of how that phone call turned out. What a jerk.

~~Silk said...

Of course you have no idea where it is, right?

rockygrace said...

I love you guys.

I 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.