Friday, March 2, 2007

Don't get me wrong, I love my boss...I just don't LOVE my boss!

This morning, I had a meeting with my boss. And it was high time we had one; it’d been a few weeks. This is not altogether uncommon as she's about as hard to pin down as a greased up pig at a county fair. Five minutes into my shpeal about some of the pathology data from one of the clinical breast cancer trials that we’re running, she interrupted me…

“By the way, thank you SO much for the bouquet,” she said.

“The bouquet?”

And then, wistfully and with her hand placed gently over her heart, “It was beautiful. But I especially loved the quote the most.”

“The quote?” At this point I was thoroughly confused.

“Go on,” she said, indicating that I should proceed with what I’d been discussing before the interruption.

“Uh, right, ok so…” And I continued on. I had a lot to cover, and considering I had no idea what she was talking about, I flippantly disregarded her bizarrely misplaced references to flora and literature.

A short while later, I got back to my desk.
That is when it hit me. And BOY did it hit me. I immediately reached for my cell phone and sent the following text message to The Brit:

“I just had a meeting with my boss. I think I just located the final destination of those elusive Valentine’s Day flowers you attempted to have delivered to me at the office. She said she especially loved the quote. So…what sweet nothing did I just send to my dear boss?”
To which he responded:

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." -Toulouse

You have taught me so much and given me even more. I love you with everything I have, I am so grateful and am so happy to be with you. Love, The Brit
Oh dear.


El Guapo in DC said...

Greased up pig?

La Cubana Gringa said...

El Guapo - Hi! Si. It's a gringo thing.

Instructions: Go to your next county fair (if you dare). Follow the signs to the "Greased Pig Contest." Watch. (In disgust.)

It's the squealing that gets me. (Thank goodness my boss does not squeal.)

Waspgoddess said...

The Queen's own is proving to be a rarity indeed, there are no romantic Brits you see (well none in this country anyway).

Regarding your boss... well I cringe to think if the same thing had happened to me... good luck is the only advice I can offer.

La Cubana Gringa said...

waspgoddess - Yes, I do have quite a gem on my hands (I think all the romantic ones move to the states!) ...Now if only I can get him to stop sending flowers to my boss!!

ps - I did send an email to my boss in which I un-professed my lesbian love for her. She responded right away and said: Well, the flowers were truly beautiful! Though, I couldn't imagine what I'd done to make your life's work so meaningful! It all makes sense now!

Jay said...

How in the heck did your boss think that was meant for her? Pure craziness. Poor thing, though. I mean, if she's that touched over something not for her, just imagine...

La Cubana Gringa said...

jay - I'm STILL trying to figure that one out!?! Perhaps the flowers company left off The Brit's name?

Either way...yes, a bit sad!