OK, I'm back from my über-poopy day.
It was a meeting with these two directors, my boss, and two of my colleagues.
The NY directors (or they may be VPs) sat on either side of me, one on my right and one on my left, staring at me and grilling me for 2 hours.
I don't even know what was coming out of my mouth. Even my boss, who I've known for 10 years couldn't believe it. It was like I was suddenly channeling the entire Harvard Business School. It was like was possessed. I'm surprised my head didn't spin around and I didn't start spitting out wing tipped shoes and attaché cases.
I think they would have believed me had I told them I was having clandestine trysts with the billing system.
There was a little voice deep inside of me that wanted to scream at these people, "Oh go p i s s off."