I hid in a cubicle today. Not even in my own cubicle. No, I spotted my boss heading for the elevator, and out of fear that he'd hold it for me and force me to ride down with him and thus compound my social idiocy by being stuck alone for possibly 15 seconds with him with nothing to say... out of fear of ALL THAT, I ducked into a cubicle and pretended to be very interested in pictures of some stranger's kids.
Because, really... which is less weird? Awkwardness in the elevator or getting caught looking through someone else's stuff?
In other news, the title of this blog post is a PALINDROME and the best way I remember how to correctly spell the word awkward.
I somehow missed this entry. I'm glad though, cuz it gave me something to do since it's raining and stuff.
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Ern.
You ARE Dr. Awkward. It's so funny. I'm reminded of Bridget though, when she gets on the elevator with HER boss, and then Titspervert gets on, and STUFF.
Clear connection.
Keep being creepy. It's amusing.