Er, that was me. DLG was using my computer to look something up, so I started using his, and, well, the obvious happened. You can also tell it was me, not him, because the writing styles are vastly different.
Anyway, DLG finally called other management cronies once the feeling of my foot inside his butt became too uncomfortable. He’d like me to hush with my rightness now.
I will try not to gloat as he cleans the kitty pan while I have a nice cup of tea.
Ok, I talked to my boss’s boss. He wants me nowhere near the restaurant for a few days. Joy. Now I have several days to sit around and hear my wife’s gloating about being right. I sense a Pit post coming on in the next couple of days. Stay tuned.
To all those who care, I had pinkeye. I didn’t have strep. I had Mono. What fun what fun. And I am back at work finally after 3 weeks. Just so you know. And I still hate cleaning the kitty pan.
OMG, the vision of Dr Love Gun apparently flipping out and yelling at himself was priceless, simply priceless. Love it! DrLoveGun, glad you’re feeling better - hope little **Tinkleberry ** & **Inkleberry ** are well too.
Ooooh, I know what THAT means!!! Are you going to reveal the Best Excuse Ever for avoiding the kitty pan?!
(Although, frankly, there were times when I felt that my husband wasn’t really in tune with how often the kitty pan needs to be cleaned. But I just did it last week! The cats were practically cleaning it themselves for a while there.)
Stay home. Don’t infect all those co-workers and strangers with something as contagious as pink eye or strep! That’s just wrong. They’ll be better off letting one of the customers run the joint.
When all becomes reliably clear to us, all will shortly thereafter become clear to you. Please no jinxing! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Otherwise we’ll have to start ALL OVER in a few weeks and that’s a pain in the ass.