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The Metaphorical 8 inch spike heel with 2 inch platform up the ASS
We’ve been running around like mad since yesterday, trying to prepare the Moose Room (aptly names, for there are 7 moose heads hanging the walls in that room) for The Board Meeting. You know, one of those these that the people who tell you how to run the place come in, listen to what you have to say, and then tell you what to do? YEA. THAT.
Which means it has to be PERFECT.
So, the Moose Room was PERFECT. Wires hidden away, papers, cups pencils lined up, chairs in order, tables aligned with the fireplace, the projector screen, and the planets. We were READY for 4 pm.
However, Lady Boss and I know how things roll here. Shit Happens. And so, we sat back, and waited for the Shoe to Drop.
At 2:45 pm, M’Lady Sovereign Ruler Whose Word is Justice and Law decided that the Moose Room, which had two balcony windows overlooking the Drill Hall, the Drill Hall being where an immense stage set up is currently being constructed—rather nosily, might I add!—was Too Noisy.
A Masterfully Fair Assessment, to be Fair.
NOT THE SORT OF THING YOU WANT TO HEAR 45 MINUTES BEFORE THE BOARD MEMBERS SHOW UP.
So, we had 45 minutes to move EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING, to the conference room across the hall.
THIS IS AN ENTIRELY ACCURATE RECREATION OF THE LOOK THAT WAS ON MY FACE:
Me: So, looks like instead of the shoe falling on us, we got the boot up the ass instead.
Lady Boss: Boot? This isn’t a Boot. This is an 8 inch spike heel with 2 inch platform up the ass. This is dominatrix shit.
Me: *Is dying from two parts laughter, 1 part hysterics from Shadow of Doom*
Lady Boss: Two words, Antonella. Two Words! *as she swoops out of the office door and down the hallway* I. QUIT.
Which means it has to be PERFECT.
So, the Moose Room was PERFECT. Wires hidden away, papers, cups pencils lined up, chairs in order, tables aligned with the fireplace, the projector screen, and the planets. We were READY for 4 pm.
However, Lady Boss and I know how things roll here. Shit Happens. And so, we sat back, and waited for the Shoe to Drop.
At 2:45 pm, M’Lady Sovereign Ruler Whose Word is Justice and Law decided that the Moose Room, which had two balcony windows overlooking the Drill Hall, the Drill Hall being where an immense stage set up is currently being constructed—rather nosily, might I add!—was Too Noisy.
A Masterfully Fair Assessment, to be Fair.
NOT THE SORT OF THING YOU WANT TO HEAR 45 MINUTES BEFORE THE BOARD MEMBERS SHOW UP.
So, we had 45 minutes to move EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING, to the conference room across the hall.
THIS IS AN ENTIRELY ACCURATE RECREATION OF THE LOOK THAT WAS ON MY FACE:
Me: So, looks like instead of the shoe falling on us, we got the boot up the ass instead.
Lady Boss: Boot? This isn’t a Boot. This is an 8 inch spike heel with 2 inch platform up the ass. This is dominatrix shit.
Me: *Is dying from two parts laughter, 1 part hysterics from Shadow of Doom*
Lady Boss: Two words, Antonella. Two Words! *as she swoops out of the office door and down the hallway* I. QUIT.
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If I'd been in that situation, my face would have looked like
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