I went into his office and told him I was going to Maine for the weekend and wouldn't be back until Wednesday. He asked why and I told him we were going to a dog trial. He said "oh, ok"
He just came into my office to show me the flier for the two day golf lessons he is sending me and one of my co-workers to. That's two 8 hour days of golf lessons at a country club.
Sure, my salary isn't all that high, but I wouldn't trade this job for anything.
Inside me is a thin woman trying to get out. I usually shut the bitch up with a martini.