|Go Pack Go!|
Following are a couple emails and then an epilogue of what happened during the World Cup. It's important to note that this all happened during the work week.
[My favorite team] is playing tomorrow against [their mortal enemies] at 11:30 a.m. [The other partner in the firm] and I are going to [restaurant name redacted] tomorrow early to get a table. Everyone is welcome to go there and meet us to watch the game.
The game is from 11:30-1sh. We will have the staff meeting afterwards.
But then the fun started. Early the next morning (a.k.a. "Game Day") we receive a follow up email.
I am sick today and not coming in.
I’ll be checking messages and emails.
|Bluebell is a flower.|
My Spidey-sense told me the whole "I'm sick" thing was BS. She was skipping out on work to watch the game, but she'd forgotten her previous email about about skipping out on work to watch the game. You might think this scenario is unlikely. I'd say that you don't understand my former employer. It wasn't until the next day, when my boss walked in and settled it for certain.
Pretty as a bluebell and happy as a pig in poop (yes, her team won) she walks in the office chatting away on her phone.
"I was quote-unquote sick yesterday." she tells the person on the other end of the line.
And I "quote-unquote" care.