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He even hated me back when I worked for him. Now he works for me and has good reason to sigh audibly when he sees me in the morning. I'm sensitive to it and give him all the respect and smiles I did before.
I walk into his office and call his name.
He looks up from behind thick glasses and four Monitors.
He picks up a timer. The kind that a football coach would wear around his neck with a lanyard. He picks up this digital black stopwatch timer and pushes one of the three buttons.
BEEP
'Yes?'
I ask my question, and leave.
now....when he clicked the button, did he start the timer or stop the timer?
4 comments:
True? Maybe he is writing a book about about how efficient you are with your time. Right. That's it.
Are you sure it was a timer?
Perhaps it was the remote control for his pacemaker.
What's with THAT attitude? Was he in the middle of diffusing a bomb? Brain surgery? An episode of 24?
Does he "time" everyone, or just you? I would have interpreted that as a slap in the face - something a smart-ass kid would do.
Do you think he'd see the irony and humour if you timed him while he packed up his desk and was escorted by security out of the building? Ha!
let's get this SOB, Kat. Who does he think he is?
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