Mosh just took me aside with the immortal words, “You’re in trouble,” and put me in a closed-door meeting with him.
Thoughts running through my head:
1) Somebody’s been checking my internet time. I’m screwed.
2) Somebody found my blog
3) Somebody found out that I’m staying at the Grand Hyatt week after next
4) Hopefully, I’ll be fired.
In fact, Mosh was totally being a smartass, and he’d brought me in to discuss my $1000 yearly bonus that just got deposited into my account. 40% is stock, 60% is cash, but all of the taxes come out of the cash, so I’ve only got an extra $221 in my account.
Not exactly a high-roller.
I was thanked for doing what I do (what do I do, exactly?) and thanked for my willingnes to travel, and told what an asset I was and blah blah and hope you’ll be here many years to come and blah.
I swear, people can totally sense when you’re completely fed up with your job and ready to jump ship.
