Yesterday, during an excruciatingly long (as in all-day) meeting, my boss chose to liven things up by making fun of some hippies. Hooray, making fun of hippies! That’s why I like my boss. However, she was being a tad bit scornful of some woo-woo crap that these certain individuals believed in—like the healing power of crystals and rocks—and she asked if they believed that these items can make the world better, why aren’t they using them to break our drought? Which I thought was an excellent question, but a better one was, “Well, boss lady, I could ask the same thing of you and your belief in god.”
Silence.
Brahahahahahaha.
Grumples: one. Boss: zero.
Don’t worry, I didn’t get fired. She still likes me. She just doesn’t always appreciate what I have to say. Even if it is perfectly legit.
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