Busted and Broken

I have met my match with my boss! Master Backer, as I call him, is also a wee bit high strung. The two of us together can, at times, be a bit explosive. Sometimes things get a little loud, a little animated, a little immature. Anywho, on Friday he was standing in my office doorway and was upset about something and punched the door frame. Down went my clock - which also happens to be the first gift Josh ever bought for me. Shattered. Like, the hands on the poor clock busted off. There is no saving this clock from clock heaven (yes, I do believe there is such a place).

I think he was a bit embarrassed, as he should have been! One of our garbage drivers came in to see what all of the commotion was. I may or may not have been a little upset. Weird. Anywho, he told me he would go right out and buy me another one. It just wouldn't be the same, so I went ahead and ordered a generic one from Office Depot.

I was sad.