Getting in Trouble

Do you remember those times in school when you knew you were going to get in trouble for something?  Be it something you did and you knew the teacher was going to talk to you, or you did something and someone was going to find out.  

Those moments when the teacher knows you did something and says "Simon, I want to see you after class" or something similar are the worst!  You sit there the rest of the day with nothing else on your mind except that, you worry about the impending doom that is coming your way at the end of the day or whenever you're going to talk to your teacher.

I thought those days were long gone where you'd sit at your desk with that feeling in your stomach and just watching the clock tick away.  You think of what you're going to tell them but even though you have your "excuses" or your "story" it makes no difference, the anticipation of getting in trouble is still there.  It's even not limited to school, it's for when you're at home too and you know that you're in trouble when your parents get home from work.  So it's 3pm and you're home from school, the teacher or principal has already called your parents.  Now you wait till 6 or 6:30 until they get home ... those 3 hours are horrible!  You can try to keep your mind busy but it's never going to work.

So now I'm 29 and I'm in that situation again.  I have to talk to my boss about something I did here at work and I'm still waiting another 45 minutes to talk to him.  I found out at noon about this and it's been eating at me the whole day.  

No matter what the issue is in school, family or work, it could the smallest thing, but it's just that waiting to get yelled at or waiting to get in trouble is the worst part - it's sometimes even worse than the actual "punishment."

I sit here waiting for what lies ahead ... should I start packing my things in that all too familiar cardboard box that we see when someone leaves their job?  The anticipation is killing me!

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Running Late

A friend of mine told me this story ... and this story for security reasons will have to remain anonymous.

So the story starts off in the morning as he/she is going to work and ... ok let's give him/her a name.  Hmmm after a few IMs, I have four different names, Pauline, George, Bok and Montgomery.  I guess if you put them all together you get Paugeboky (pronounced Paw-Gee-Bok-Ee).

Alright let's start the story, so my friend Paugeboky was running late to work, really late (over an hour late) and I'll try to leave out unnecessary details to keep this short and to the point.  He gets in and sees a coworker in the elevator and some chit chat goes back and forth.  As he gets out of the elevator on their floor, they make their way past the first security door.  

With the first steps through that door he notices at the end of the hall that his boss is just arriving too.  But instead of turning towards where their offices are, the boss made a quick detour into the bathroom for a morning stop.  

Paugeboky saw this as an opporturnity!  So he left his coworker and ran as fast as he could down the hall ways and past the other offices while taking off his jacket.  Got to his office, threw his coat on the hook and sat in his chair.  Turned on his computer and grabbed his coffee mug.  Then he makes his way back up the way he just came from his coffee mug in hand ... sees his boss coming down the hall and greets them good morning!  

I think this was ingenious how he ran by his boss and picked up that coffee mug as if he'd been sitting there for at least an hour already!  Hopefully his boss didn't notice or hear someone running by the bathroom door.

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