I’ve told you before that I have more bosses than I know what to do with, but the big boss is really the only one that matters. As long as he is happy, everything goes pretty much smoothly.
When I have a meeting with him, I always take really careful notes, make sure I have every detail covered and I understand his instructions, etc.
This is all pretty standard.
The one time the plan falls through the floor is when he and I accidentally end up in the men’s room at the same time. (I swear, I do my level best to know when he goes to the bathroom, and more importantly when he does NOT go to the bathroom)
See, he’s the type of guy that likes to talk while he urinates. Sure, I really have no problem with that. I don’t exactly have what you call a “bashful bladder” and if some one wants to make small talk while we pee, fine. “nice weather we’re having, how are the kids, had to have the car fixed the other day, etc…”
But not my boss, nooooooooo. He can’t confine himself to small talk. The way he sees it is if he’s peeing, he’s wasting time. So there we are at the urinal, and I get “I need you to change the wording in next weeks ad to (fill in the blank), and while you’re at it change the shipping charges on the following manufactures to the following percentages…”
Okay. Still not really a problem right? I mean I keep a pad of paper in my back pocket at all times, and a pen in my shirt pocket at all times. Under normal circumstances it would be easy for me to simply take notes, ask a few questions, and implement the changes when I’m done. Right?
Right?
Well as it turns out, in those circumstances, my hands are a little “otherwise occupied”. So the problem becomes do I just stand there, nodding, asking questions and take the chance of forgetting something. Or do I just let go, take notes and its just god’s best guess what I pee on at that point.
Have you ever turned on a garden hose and forgotten the nozzle was on, and seen it whip around all over the place?
Well it’s the same basic principle.
Anyway, I’m not shy, but I think I would feel pretty bad standing there with a pad and pen in my hand going “And do you want those results prioritize by proximity or household income” while john thomas flaps around soaking everything and everyone on a three foot radius.
I’ve never viewed urinating on the boss as a good way to get ahead in a company. (Unless of course he likes that sort of thing, in which case its time to change careers.)
So, I have spies. No, really. I explained the problem to a couple of the ladies in the accounting department. (The ladies in the accounting department love me. I bring them doughnuts and let them pick out my ties for me.)The nice thing is that the accounting department is located directly across from the upstairs bathroom, and has a massive window that looks across into the hall.
The lady that handles past due accounts wanted to have nothing to do with this.(prude) However the Accounts Payable lady thought it was funny. So she keeps an eye out for me. Now every time he goes to the bathroom, my desk phone beeps twice.
Beep Beep. = Big Boss is in the restroom.
Beep = Big Boss has tied it off and is out of the restroom.
Now this is FANTASTIC! I mean I hear the third beep, decide if I need to go too, and then use the bathroom before he decides to go again.
Flawless plan, right?
So one would think!
However there is a problem associated with this. Now I know every time the man goes to the bathroom. I know how long he is in there because of the third beep.
Some days the phone doesn’t beep at all, and I think “maybe he’s just really busy”. But some days it beeps way to much, and I think “Maybe he has a bladder infection”
I have never been this “in tune” with another person’s bathroom cycle before. I’m not really sure how to handle this much responsibility.
I feel DRUNK WITH POWER!!!!
Then alternately I feel overwhelmed with the responsibility of it all. I mean how many days without the phone beeping do I wait before I pull him to the side and say “Hey man, I noticed you haven’t been peeing lately. How’s the ol’ prostate?”
Then what if one day I hear the two beeps, and no third beep. That third beep just never comes. The minutes tick by, and then the hours… When do I go check on him? How do I walk in there and say “Hey boss man, I’ve been monitoring you pretty closely lately, and I became concerned about how long you have been on the can. Have you become trapped in some way? Is something caught in the seat hinge?”
Oh sure, it all started innocently enough. “Just let me know when the man goes to the bathroom so that I can avoid him in there. I don’t like getting a performance review while I’m holding my willy wonka”.
And now it’s blossomed into this whole thing! Now I’m committed!
I can’t get out!
I bought him a bottle of cranberry juice and left it on his desk anomalously the other day.
The cold dark hands of fate have gripped me, and I am now destined to know all the details of my bosses movement moments.