I was sitting at my desk, plunking away at my keyboard like a good little worker bee when my boss appeared in my cube.
“Whatcha doing tonight?”
Bracing myself for the worst, but thinking if I had to work late I’d at least get to eat warm food that hadn’t been pawed by tiny peeps (because I was totally going to demand to be fed – corporate America and toddlers, not so different really), I asked why. Continue reading
