Look, no one likes a snitch. If that is your MO, leave now. I’m serious, if you ever volunteered to be a hall monitor, you ever told on Tommy for goofing off when the substitute teacher was there, if you ever ran to Mom to tell on your sibling, I do not want you to read this post. I don’t need a fink around here.
I had to get rid of the tattletales. I don’t need anybody running to the boss.
You see, I’m posting this while I am supposedly attending my online Monthly Sales Meeting. I’m online, I’m half-listening, but I’m also doing other stuff. Like typing this post. I could be doing other real work, but that takes my full attention. Blogging? Not so much.
Yes, I know, you can tell. You come over and do the blogging if you think you can do better.
I returned from the Motor City late yesterday afternoon. I was ready to be home. I’ve slept in my own bed twice in the past thirteen days, counting last night.
The good news is tomorrow is an official company holiday. I have the day off. The bad news is I’m probably going to have to work, at least a little bit to get some deadline projects finished. I also worked about four hours last Sunday to do stuff that slid while I was on vacation. So it goes.
Have a great Thursday. Remember, loose lips sink ships. Mum’s the word. Snitches get stitches. No one likes a tattletale.
Nobody attends online meetings with the camera on and mics unmuted for a good reason. I've had conversations with people while they are listening to an online meeting.
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