One of the worst parts of my job are the endless meetings I have to go to. Sometimes, we even have a meeting to plan a meeting. Those are the worst. I really hate meetings, and I’ll do just about anything to get out of them.
Me: Do we really need to have a whole meeting about the handbook? I gave you an update on that a couple weeks ago before I went on vacation.
Boss: We need to get that handbook done ASAP, where are you on that.
Me: Like I said, I’m done with it except one part, the Student Conduct policy. Once I get that, I can just pop it in and it’s done.
Boss: So, why isn’t it done yet?
Me: Because I wasn’t the one writing it, I don’t know, I just work here…
Boss: (short pause, silence, then a gasp) Shit! I’m the one who was writing that huh?
Me: Is there really any way I can answer that question without pissing you the fuck off?
Boss: Oh shut up! God damn you can be a smart ass, but your’e timing is impeccable.
Me: You know, I really enjoy our banter and working relationship. It reminds me of home.
Boss: I’ll have the policy to you by the end of the week.