When I step out of my office, I return to discover my Boss waiting for me. Not a problem, as I was not expecting him and he was not waiting long.
When I quickly realize that my iPod is currently playing a remix of Baby Got Back to which my conservative Boss has been subjected to for at least two minutes: YIKES. I hope he thinks it means Sir Mix-A-Lot’s baby just has some really fantastic latissimus dorsi.
It is not my common practice to play rap music in my feng shui'd office but music mutiny is what occurs when you let your three year old on your lap while making playlists!
I nonchalantly change the music to Tchaikovsky. Tchaikovsky’s melodies are certainly free of my Anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hon. But I felt a shadow of EGADS hover over me the entire time he was in my office.
When later in the day, my co-worker is lamenting about our corporate dress code that banishes open-toed shoes: Not a problem. This policy is silly.
When my co-worker says to our conservative Boss that she does not understand why the policy even exists when ‘someone from Marketing walks in here with F____ Me Pumps on.’
The abyss of silence was fantastic. I have NEVER heard her use a harsher than dang.
I turn to said Boss and inquire, Are you familiar with that expression?
He merely stood and said, “I am learning quite a bit today.”
Forecast says: Shadow of EGADS has completely lifted. The FMP comment clearly trumped my Baby Got Back.
Class is when you can even write a sentence like: The FMP comment trumped my Baby Got Back.
T.G.I. ALMOST Friday.