My long-distance boyfriend had arrived back from overseas and we spent the most awesome weekend together. The only depressing thing about this amazing weekend was the prospect of going back to work on Monday morning. I really, really wanted to spend an extra day with my man.
So early the next morning, I phoned my boss. I put on a rough raspy voice, faked a cough or two, and told him that I was feeling awful and that I wouldn’t be coming in to work. He sounded really concerned and asked if I was OK – and even recommended a doctor I should go to. I thanked him, but said that I’d just spend the day in bed and will hopefully have recovered by the next day.
Then I said goodbye, switched off the phone, and turned to my boyfried. “Now we can shag all day long!”, I giggled. In fact, we started getting it on straight away.
Later that evening, I’m going through my phone messages and I see one from my boss. Probably checking up to see how I’m doing, I thought. Except he wasn’t. This was the message: “Next time, make sure that you switch the phone off properly before saying something you might regret. Oh, and you scream a lot – the rest of the office is really impressed.“
My boss had been listening all along. I wanted to disappear into a hole. I actually didn’t go back to work after that. I probably would have been fired anyway.
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