My bossman is – how should I say: smooth of hand. Flocculent. Soft like a breast. When it snowed the other day, he wouldn’t drive. All of his employees drove in – 150 of us, even some who live in unibomber-style hidey shacks up in the hills. But he "worked from home."
Today, now that the ice is melting, he finally saddled up and made it in.
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One day last winter it was cold and rainy and sort of icy. Taking this into account, I left early and was at work on time. Completely ALONE. That was fine except I didn't know the code for the alarm and set it off. It went off for 45 minutes while I called everyone I could think of to get the code. The alarm company never called and no police came. Guess they couldn't make it into work.
When it snows here and people call and tell they can't get in, I go pick'em up. I'm an asshole.
You're blog will probably get even better with all that time on your hands when they fire you.
If being a Nancy means getting to stay at home all warm and snuggly in my bed when it is cold and wet outside then I am changing my name to Nancy.
Yes, that's exactly what being a Nancy means.
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