I’m feeling a headache coming on next Thursday and Friday

Next week Ava will be on vacation and I’ll be all alone. Work is going to seriously suck. I’ve been whining and pissing and moaning all week about it.

And then it got worse.

An email came over that Ava’s boss will be visiting our office while she’s gone. Why? WHY? Why would he come when she’s not even there. When he’s been in there in the past, he’s barely even spoken to us. He sits in a spare office on conference calls. Apparently he FORGOT Ava was going on vacation.

Do you remember how things worked out when the other corporate guy was there last time. I wasn’t able to keep my mouth shut. I damn near made him cry. It wasn’t my fault. He asked me my opinions about the company and, well, I told him.

Ava likes to point out that we need to keep these awful jobs until we don’t want them anymore. She’s totally right. Book sales are good but not good enough for us to leave just yet.

We got in the car at lunch and Ava looked at me very sternly. “When he gets here next week you are NOT to speak to him. You may say ‘hello’ and ‘I love working with Ava’. Otherwise you are to pretend you don’t speak. Sit in your office and act like you have laryngitis. Exhibit all signs that you are preternaturally predisposed to mutism.”

The receptionist suggested every time I felt compelled to chat him up I should hug him instead. That idea was vetoed as there is a very fine line between hugging and strangling.

It was also proposed, if he indeed shows up, that I simply be sent home ill. ***cough cough cough***