Day off!

I’ve got a day off today, Thursday, while my office moves offices.
We’re moving to premises about 10 minutes from where I live, as opposed to the (now) previous office +/-23 minutes from my abode. I suppose I will be happy once it’s all complete. I will miss the two sweet cats I’ve grown very fond of at my ex-office, which happened also to be my boss’s house.
What I won’t miss is accidentally encountering her rushing through the house in her bra. No-one should have to see their boss in her/his undies, unless you choose to … A choice which comes with many more complications, I’m sure.
Tomorrow I shall therefore relish. A lovely little guilt-free weekday break. I might look for a couple of pairs of gym pants ahead of boot camp in a couple of weeks’ time. I’m looking forward to feeling fitter. Also, I’m looking forward to a different exercise routine during which I won’t have to watch an anorexic woman walking barefoot around the indoor running track BACKWARDS for half an hour. Yes. Backwards. Right. Goodnight.

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7 Responses to Day off!

  1. Tamara says:

    Enjoy!

    Yes, the perils of a home office. I never encountered my previous boss in her bra, but often in her PJs. That always seemed a little unfair.

  2. Charmskool says:

    Eww I would throw up if I saw my boss in his undies! Why would anyone walk backwards round a running track? Does she sing the old Goons/Spike Milligan song “I’m walking backwards for Christmas”?

  3. cuz g from oz says:

    I saw my boss in her bra yesterday. And I dont work at a home office.

  4. Don't Believe a Word I Write says:

    Agreed, Tamara, where’s the justice in that? You should have been allowed to come to work in your favourite slippers, too.

    I don’t know that ditty, Charm, but I shall try hunt it down as it sounds fun. HAHHAHA, if she were belting that out while walking backwards, it might have redeemed her. P.S. what do you think your boss would look like in his undies?

    Cuz G….good heavens, do you give your boss physio? I think she’s coming on to you, especially if she feels she has to be in her bra for an ankle treatment. Tell me it was an ankle treatment – don’t ruin it for me.

  5. Charmskool says:

    Arrrggghhhh nooooo! Ewwww ouch noooooo yuck I have the most terrible picture in my head – my boss in his undies – why did you do that to me I thought you like me ewffff blech!!!!

  6. cuz g from oz says:

    I do do physio on the boss, but it wasn’t even for an ankle treatment, twas for an inservice. But I don’t think she was coming on to me, she bats for the other team.

  7. Don't Believe a Word I Write says:

    HAHAHAH, sorry to mentally scar you, Charm. Thanks for trying. Now I want you to picture your parents having sex.

    Errr, Cuz G, you’ll have to explain what an ‘inservice’ is, as what the term means in my imagination is likely to be somewhat off from what it means in reality, I’m sure.

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