I’m at work, doing a preemployment test with some people. Even though my parents are in town and I intended to leave early every day this week, somebody scheduled this for me and I had to stay late, til 6:30 or so.
I leave my door open, head to the testing room, and administer the test (aka doodle wedding plans while they take it). I walk back to my office at 6:45 – and the door is shut. Locked. Keys to office and car located inside.
No one else, including security and cleaners, have a key to my office. Only me and my boss. The reason is for confidentiality and security. Boss, like me, lives one hour away – and he is loooong gone.
Daaaaaaaaaaamn, of all the days!!! I want to see the parents! Mom is cooking us dinner!! Come ON!!!
And then, aah aaah aah aaaaaaaah – my hero walks in. Halo on head, rope in hand, he ascends a construction ladder, pops up the ceiling tile in the hall in front of my door, reaches through the roof and lifts up my ceiling tile, and lowers down a rope with a slip knot. "Before I worked here I was a criminal," he says matter of factly. The slip knot hooks onto the door handle . . . we hear it jiggle . . . awww crap it slipped off. He goes in for a second swoop . . . jiggle . . . jiggle jiggle . . . jiggle . . .. . . . . . . . and OPEN! Voila!
I now love Richie Jones, forever and always. Chip, move over, we have a new best man. Also, so much for confidentiality, HAHA.
And now I’m going home. 7:30 pm, dinner will be late tonight!