This morning I let my girlfriend dress me up (it’s casual Friday, meeting some of our gay friends for drinks, it’s whatever, I figure). This means I left the house looking like a damn prep school boi ready for the first drag king show of the season. Which, whatever, it’s cool. Fridays are quiet days in the office.
FUN STORY! With no warning I was dragged into a “social hour” with the top 20 people who run this place, all of whom were in full suits bc apparently casual Fridays don’t exist for management. Meanwhile I’ve rolled in to an invite-only event (I was not invited) with sunglasses still on, phone shoved into a sports bra, and coffee in hand looking like a hot mess and trying to pretend like I belong here.
And that, my friends, is how I met my boss’ boss’ boss.