The meeting was going poorly. Very poorly.
My presentation, finished last minute, wasn’t up to standard, Mr. Ferguson felt that were it given at the client meeting, we’d lose the account. He was adamant I rewrite it before tomorrow, even if it meant an all nighter.
I don’t deal well with pressure. He was screaming.
So I swept the leg, Cobra Kai style.
He hit the floor before he even knew what happened, clutching his mangled knee and screaming. My co-workers stared a moment, in shock, then burst into hysterical laughter.
Needless to say, I’m currently unemployed.
Totally worth it.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Why I'll Never Work in an Office
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