My boss slid into the chair next to me today and said
"Your name came up in conversation yesterday..."
(I hear this a lot lately, and I'm not quite sure why. I don't get the feeling that it's in a bad way, I just think that for some reason I'm a topic du jour. And I'm not the thigh master voice, do you hear me? That WASN'T me. I know who it was, though, and if the persecution doesn't stop I may crack like an egg and spill the beans - to scramble the food metaphors).
So I said, warily
(Before I go any further I have to say this: My boss is one of the funniest women I have ever met in my entire life. I mean, this woman is quick. And the whole irreverent tone of our department is set by her example. Just because you're a professional doesn't mean you can't have fun with it. And, no. She's not the thigh master either. But only because someone else beat her to it).
And she said
"Yeah. Word on the street is that the sweet, quiet person I thought I hired is gone, and in her place is a rowdy, "take no prisoners" woman with a big mouth."
I sat there - speechless - pondering my options. She stood up to walk away. And as she did, she called over her shoulder with a grin
"Jesus. Took you long enough".
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM