Forget the water cooler; triple espresso please
In the middle of a meeting with my boss today, when my action item list spilled off the legal pad onto a new sheet, I crawled under the table and refused to come out.
Luckily we have the type of professional relationship where this sort of behavior is acceptable. I hope.
It was kind of like that when I worked for Big Insurance Company (BIC): there was so much to do I despaired at times of getting it all done. So I had to work like an animal, putting in long, long hours, burning the midnight oil. I couldn't actually have taken refuge under my desk, though; it was a tangle of wires and computer stuff and so forth under there, without adequate space to accomadate a weary worker seeking refuge.
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