I didn’t make the meeting, but no one minded. I did, however, have a *very* important fashion discussion with my boss.
“So, Anna, did you bring your Wonder Woman costume with you to Albuquerque?” she asked.
In fact, I did.
In fact, I had it in my car, but I didn’t tell her that. Later in the afternoon, I drove my car down to security get my ID picture taken so I would never again be late due to waiting in line at the guest guard shack. . . and I had an idea . . .
I walked back into the office with the costume in a bag under my coat, immediately went to the bathroom, changed, and non-chalantly walked into my boss’s office as she was having an informal meeting with our project manager. The look on his face was priceless. The look on her face was priceless.
“You requested the services of Wonder Woman?” I asked, as I sauntered in the door.
“No!” she replied. “I asked if you brought the outfit!” she said between guffaws.
They like me, they really, really like me!