Yesterday the boss issued a proclamation, via email, that all employees were to stay late last night. So they could queue up outside his door to receive their personal timetables for the rest of the year.
And verily I emailed him that I wouldn't be staying late, but I would come to his office this morning and see him.
Round one to me.
Yet it came to pass this morning on the way to work, that I spied a record shop having a big CD sale. By the time I left the shop with 18 CDs in my bag, it was nearly midday. There was no point in going to work and leaving immediately for lunch, so by the time I get to see the boss it will be afternoon.
Round 2 may go to him. Fair enough, it all has to balance up. It's my own fault for losing the upper hand.
But if even half of those CDs are as good as I think, it'll be worth it.
Readers might be interested to know that three of the CDs were by a gay Bavarian singing Handel and Vivaldi, falsetto, in Latin. What a fortunate creature I am, not to be a deifheid.
- Posted from iPod at lunch.