If you’ve never sat naked on your bed talking to your boss on the phone, I don’t recommend it. It’s just weird.
I woke up this morning to the sound of my neighbor shoveling his driveway. Unlike last time I heard the shoveling, I didn’t think of writing and masturbation. Instead, in my semi-sleeping state I thought ‘fuck, it’s snowing?’
I rolled over and tried to pretend that I was dreaming. But “Sympathy for the Devil” was going through my head accompanying the scrape of my neighbor’s shovel. I got up and paced a bit, trying to decide if I was gonna be a wuss or gonna brave the elements.
Of course, I took the wuss route.
Before I sent the glorious WFH e-mail, I called Al, the cutest girl on earth™, to find out what her plans were. She was braving it, but encouraged me to stay home. You don’t have to tell me that twice.
Moments after I sent the WFH e-mail, my phone was ringing. It was my boss. We chatted for a bit and he told me about my bonus. Which sprung the deja vu, which hit him first.
“It was a year ago that you had accident,” he said. “I remember you telling me you’d use the bonus to pay your truck.”
“Yep,” I said. “But this time I’m being smart and staying home.”
“Good for you,” he said.
And then I just tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible because, well, I was naked.
Naked? On the phone? Damn…
i have talked to my boss’ voicemail while naked. that’s weird enough. i can’t image actually talking to him live without clothes.
You get a bonus?
Lucky! (Napoleon Dynamite voice)
Hey Thomas, I see you have a blog now, all right! So based on your and Jodi’s ages, I could have had you if I were pregnant as a sophomore in high school and then Jodi when I was a senior.
Even though I’m older than both of you, I do like to read your writing, so keep on… and I’ll chip in unsolicited older person advice at times (dweebie)