After work today I 7-balled my boss on the work pool table. (this isn't a euphemism, it means I potted all my balls and the black, not even letting him get one ball in.)
I reckon the result of this is a toss-up between being respected for my superb cueing skills, and having to empty the bins for the forseeable future.
I'm taking a pair of marigolds to work tomorrow just in case.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Professional suicide.
Post a Comment