some guy (self) wrote,
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Bossman on the lamb

I know, I know, that's not how you spell it. I just like this image better, okay?

       The important thing is not to panic.
Yeah, being told that is always a good sign.


So, I finally had a Monday with no job-threatening drama. Having put in notice of resignation will do that, I suppose. Which just means that this tension was pent up in the universe for a full day without release. So, of course it exploded. Simple cause-and-effect, really.

I was actually working this morning, being very productive on the database migration, when a stranger knocked on my office door. He asked who I was, which was really going to be my question since the building is locked to outsiders. I introduced myself, and he asked where my boss was. I asked what this was regarding, and he introduced himself as the Deputy Sheriff before repeating his question.

As it turns out, there was actually a small army of Deputy Sheriffs combing the building. I helped them look, but the man was nowhere to be found - he may have skipped town, or he may have just been running late. Either way, he didn't make a personal appearance while I was still there.

Shortly thereafter, word came down that the company's lawyers were on their way, and that we could all go home now, stopping first to collect any personal belongings we didn't want rifled through as the Sheriff's department took inventory.

And, so we did.

Nobody told me to stay in town, so I'm still taking my vacation hours and heading to Comic-Con. Perhaps there will be a subpoena waiting for me when I get back? Either way, I might be off the hook on those other two weeks I'm supposed to work...
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