For some reason, at every job I've ever had, I occasionally get this really horrible feeling that I'm about to get fired. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, I get so worked up about it and trick myself into believing that I did something so horrifically wrong that I'm about to get the boot.
Today started out to be one of those days. I arrived at work (15 minutes late), opened my e-mail and saw it. My boss sent me an e-mail and the only thing that filled the nearly blank e-mail was the words "See me."
Shoot.
So...I saw him. Turns out, he wants me to start putting when I'm going to be gone on not only my calendar, but his calendar as well.
Are you kidding me? I tortured myself all morning thinking that somewhere in this office there was a panel of business men all dressed in fancy black suits collaborating over if they should terminate me or not for a simple calendar change? I've gotta do something about this, unless it of course results in weight loss, then I'll keep stressin'. Just kidding, ok?