The following (good-natured) conversation occurred this morning.
Boss: Hey! How's it going? Are you liking your new office?
(side note: I have a real office now, by the way. The kind with four walls and a door.)You're hard to find now. I can't just be walking by any more; I have to come all the way over here specifically to chat with you.
Me: The office is nice, but fess up. You were just walking by.
Boss: alright, you got me. I was looking for P. Anyway, you hangin' in there alright?
Me: Yeah…I guess. But as much as I like spending all day with you folks, my girl is still way cooler.
Boss: Yeah, well. I’m sure that’s true. Someday she’ll appreciate your efforts to have a career. Actually, my wife and I were talking about the moms with daughters in our neighborhood that have been stay-at-home moms. Their daughters just seem so unmotivated, you know? Their plan is to just marry a rich guy and never work.
Me (smirking): Um…you live in Newport. (Boss smirks back at me.) So that may have less to do with the fact that those moms stayed home and more with the mom herself. My guess is that trophy wives don’t always make for great mothers. But that’s just a thought.
Boss (smiling): ha! Okay, you’re right. Just trying to help you feel better about your being here.
Me: Thanks for trying.
Is it Friday yet?