Cat Nap in Corporate America August 19, 2015 ~ Nortina S. She’s staring, waiting for an answer. I rise from my desk. “Excuse me. Little girl’s room.” I sit on the cool porcelain, fold my arms on thighs, rest head in arms. My solution whenever idiots try to make me do their jobs. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
That’ll work.
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LOL, that is one way to get out of doing BS. 😀
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Been there, done that! 😀
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Rough day? Aw
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Lol. Sometimes a bathroom nap is truly needed.
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