dinner

I had dinner with my direct manager last night. I was off from work super late and we were the only ones left in the office. She asked if I’m seeing my boyfriend after work. I said I don’t have a boyfriend. She was surprised because she thought I got one, that’s why I leave work as soon as my tasks are finished. So I do not have any excuse to turn down her offer of treating me for dinner.

Little did she know that I was just avoiding her. She’s the most intimidating superior I've ever had. She can crumble you to pieces and make you feel you’re the most illiterate person in the world. Whenever I talk to her, I get too tongue twisted that I seem to be mumbling an unknown language.

But I don’t hate her for being that way. Sure I get disheartened when she utters a word to me, even if it’s positive. I just think that she earned to behave that way. She’s indeed one of the most intelligent people I know and if that’s how she lets other people become aware of her experience and knowledge, there’s nothing I can do about it. Couldn’t be bothered, right?

During our dinner last night…

My boss: Would you like to have some of those preserved eggs?
Me: Oh, century egg! I love century eggs. But wait, did you say “preserved”?
My boss: Yes, what do you think they are?
Me: (saying with all time confidence) Isn’t there a century bird that produces century egg? If there’s chicken egg from chicken, century egg should come from century bird!
My boss: Of course not, they’re preserved. There is no such animal as century bird. Haha! That’s funny! I’m going to make sure everybody in the office knows about it.

Boohoo. So much for impressing your boss.