You see my boss flew out for a six week holiday last week which means ... I'm the boss for six weeks.
This may not sound very exciting yet (in fact it probably sounds rather terrifying and I'm sure everyone I work with is terrified that I might suggest we go for a group bonding bike ride or some such) but you see one of the perks of being the boss is that I also get to use his carpark (and incidentally his fancy smancy car) while he is away.
This is exciting.
This is the pinnacle of my career goals.
I now have my own car park right outside the front (OK, back) door of the building.
Yep, no more bike cages for little 'ol me ...
Nope, I'm an executive type now ... I've got my own car park.
|I can die a happy man.|
... well OK, admittedly I only have my own park until about 8am at which time I have to run downstairs and hide it again in the bike cage so Kim doesn't know that I used it when she turns up to use what she's decided is her car park ...
At least I get that little time each morning to dream that I'm the boss.