Few are able to as aptly ruin a good thing as I am. Today I was up talking to my new boss, M, when he mentioned that I should be thinking about where I want to go to out lunch with the team on my first day of work. No holds barred.
I go back to my desk and am emailing with the two assistants, B and P, when I say, "Let's play a little joke on M. Let's tell him that I want to go to Old Country Buffet for my lunch. You two put it on the calendar and tell him that's what I told you. I'm betting he'll be cool, calm, and collected while gagging on the inside."
Soooooo clever, ST. I get an email back from B that says, "You don't think Old Country Buffet is good? My son and I eat there every weekend."
Uhhhh ... crickets. I start laughing slash covering my face from shame at my stupidity. Finally I write something to the affect of, "I love that you can eat everything you want and satisfy my sweet tooth at the same time. Let's just forget about it. I'll let you know what I decide." Can we say BACK TRACKING?
Then I check my email again. B has just sent me a response to the affect of, "I just love it when my gravy is two weeks old and I fear I'll find dentures in my mashed potato flakes." As Ashton Kutcher would say - Punk'd.
I called B and all we did was laugh. A good way to start off my work at UIF, question mark?
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