1:00pm

Me: “Hi, do you mind if instead of having lunch I go check out an apartment?  It shouldn’t take more than 45 minutes, as it’s nearby.”

Boss: “Sure, but don’t dilly-dally.  You know we’ve got a lot going on.”

Me: “Oh no worries – I’ll be back in less than 45 minutes probably.  You know how it is – meet the guy, see the apartment, leave.”

Boss: “Ok.”

 

2:00pm

Boss: [to Co-Worker 1] “Have you seen Jason around?”

Co-worker 1: “Nope.”

 

2:45pm

Boss: [to Co-Worker 2] “Have you seen Jason around?”

Co-worker 2: “Haven’t seen him.”

 

3:15pm

Me: [rushing into boss's office, exasperated] “Geez, I’m sorry but they had all this paperwork and stuff and I was sitting and waiting and then they said –

Boss: [dead-pan] “Just do [confidential business information] – now.”

 

So there. 

 

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