An Embarrassing Fail

I caught the tram, getting off at William Street. 

I managed to find a cafe open and bought a cinnamon bun to eat with my coffee when I got to the office.

I got to the office 8.30am and made coffee.

My big boss, the Big Poo, came in 8.45am, I presume, to drop stuff off in his office. He said today that I didn't hear him coming, and laughed.

I listened to The Beatles with headphones, of course. I have never really liked The Beatles, but have been getting into them and listening to them lately.

My Big Boss told me that the thing I was working on had been picked up by him, from initial figures I gave him weeks ago. He'd got advise from a big accounting firm, and it had all been worked out.

So, with all my scheming, not only did I not secretly attend the office, I looked like a bit of an idiot trying to complete something that had already been dealt with, conclusively.

We had a bit of a chat. He asked how I was. He asked about the bulldogs, as he always does. We talked about his dogs.

I went and got a coffee. When I came back he'd gone.

I packed up and left, not long after 9am.

So, that was an embarrassing fail, really, when I really think about it.

Oh well.