I phoned in sick with a “terrible cold” and went to a theme park, because it was a sunny Tuesday and the queues were short. The on-ride photo from the log flume shows me screaming next to a woman from Accounts. She was also off sick. Neither of us has ever mentioned it. We nod at each other in the corridor like spies. She approves my expenses now. Instantly.
Mutually assured destruction, now with a log flume. You'll both take it to the grave. Separately.
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS?