I do enjoy my job quite a bit. I especially like when I have one day of the office to myself. It's much easier to get through everything I need to get done. Just one day...maybe two. That's how this was SUPPOSED to start.
The boss came in Monday and Tuesday. We took care of stuff, and then Tuesday night he took off. Now, I told this boss of mine that G-O-L-F should be considered a "Four Letter" word, that it was dirty, and it was not to be used in the office. Keeping that in mind, guess where my boss went for his 2 day jaunt. Yep...Pebble Beach. Mecca for duffers. The holy pilgrimage of golf. He told me he was going to come in on Friday before he left for a romantic Valentine weekend with his honey. Of course I looked at his personal schedule. Guess what was on for 10 a.m. If you said "A round of golf..." your guessing skills are rusty! It was a golf LESSON.
I'm looking at his schedule and knew he had to leave at a reasonable hour on Friday. I'm sitting there going "Yeah. There's NO WAY he's coming in today..." And I was right.
So he goes away for the weekend. Now, side note: He had been coming down with a cold so I told him to take Zicam (Zinc) before he went off to Mecca...I mean Pebble Beach. On Monday, he calls me at the office, cranky as sin, and tells me he's still sick. It's cool, in that he
wasn't supposed to be in that day anyhow.A few hours later, I get an email; my boss is pretty funny, even when he is sick...but apparently he was fighting off bronchitis or something. This is where things get interesting...because I was in the office myself with a cold on top of allergies!
I canceled his appointments and got adjournments for court appearances for the next 2 days. On Tuesday, I realize I'm gonna have to take the office to him. So I gather up all the items that had accumulated on his desk (image to the right). A week's worth of pleadings, letters, and other critical times, plus a pile of checks that needed to be signed so the bills could get paid. I loaded ALL that, plus some other documents (and a bar of chocolate) into a file and went over to his house to get him to go through and sign stuff, read documents, and deal with the mass of dead trees (ie, paper) so that I could finally file it all.
When I got back to the office, we communicated via his remote access, and I asked if he was going to be in. He didn't look too bad, and he'd been home for 3 days now, and out of the office for 7. I think at this point, he decided to play hooky. I canceled the rest of his appointments for the week, and decided at this point that I had done all I could do without him in the office to deal with his crazy-ass clients. Oh yes, there are crazy ones...
Sick or Hooky...I will have to give the counselor the benefit of the doubt...no jury would convict him...or maybe they would; he is a lawyer, after all.
I got a surprise when he finally made it into the office...walking past my desk just as I lift a clear mug of coffee to my lips. He is Mormon. So am I. But...that is another story for another time. :)
