M.I.A.

It had been a week and I was struggling to get in and get the day started. I'm at my desk, looking busy (usually: becuase I AM). Erin (beloved co-worker) comes into my office to tell me that she had recieved several rollover calls on the staff phone. Perplexed, I get the phones all lined up and realize: THEY DON'T WORK! This means we're getting 3 new cell phones to operate the hotline OR I'm campin' out at work all weekend (not an option!).
I'm looking up the number to Cingular and getting things done and get as far as I can without being the Executive Director. I give her (. . . the E.D., an aged woman- certainly not a youngster like myself) the number and go to talk my cohorts (we've got end of the week gossip to catch up on!). She comes around the corner (I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor, interrupted during my dating story) only to direct her to another number. She again comes around the corner- - only to tell me that the last number I gave her was a number to porn. YEAH (do you know where I work?!?) it's a porn line- NOT Cingular!!! That was good for a laugh and an embarrasement!
I went back to work after that- givin' your boss porn was an ender, it just couldn't be topped!

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