dirty little secrets

November 10, 2006 § Leave a comment

Last night my company had their annual holiday party (yes, it is awfully early, but it doesn’t compete with the real big fly times). After *ahem* a few glasses of wine, the president sat down next to me and proceeded to cattily gossip about everyone in the office and make little wagers on who would not be at next year’s party. Then he swore me to secrecy, nearly fell over trying to refill his glass (it’s okay, I caught him) and stumbled downstairs to catch a cab.

This morning? He remembered it all.

Some days I really love my job.

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