Playing Hooky from Work

So yesterday about 3:00 I got an inkling to enjoy some fantastic Southern Utah weather. Its been cold and rainy the past week or so, thus the Electric Rose has been collecting dust in the garage. So, with my work complete for the day, I snuck (or is it sneaked? Curse you Cedar City grammar classes!) out of the office, and headed home to spandex up (thats right folks, a large man in spandex is a wonderful thing) and hit the road.

The natural risk, of course, is running into “the boss” while you’re out and about. I say this due to past experience with both things:

1. Sneaking away from work early

2. Running into the boss

Most notably was when I was 18ish and worked for a door company. Being far to “sick” to work that day, and naturally seeking out some sunshine at the lake on a boat, I called in to work with my best sick voice, and told them that it would be impossible for me to work that day due to my serious illness and that it would be in the best interest for both of us if I just stayed home and tried to fend off this horrible sickness. After a short congratulations to myself for conjuring up such a great sick-voice, I jumped into my vehicle of lies and headed towards the freeway. As I was merrily going on my way, I happened to glance to my left out my driver side window. There, driving parallel to me, was my boss. Franticly, I tried to think of what to do. Do I hit the brakes? or maybe speed up? It did not appear that he had noticed me yet, so with my best sick-voice now translated to my best sick-face, I attempted to appear as if I was so sick, I clearly must be driving myself right to the hospital, or maybe straight to the morgue to pick out my burial plot, as the sickness was so severe that it might take my life.

The next day, I showed up a few minutes early to work to show how good of an employee I was, my boss didn’t say anything. Did he not see me? Was he just torturing me to see if i’d break? Its still a mystery to this day.

Yesterday, as I was racing down the rode on the electric rose, and noticed my boss on the same trail walking his dog, I figured I had two choices. I can go as fast as I can, and hope he doesn’t notice me, or I can fess up that I couldn’t possibly stand to stay at work on such s beautiful day (obviously he felt the same way due to his being there and walking his dog) and that if I was to continue being the creative genius that he is paying good money for, he should congratulate me on making such a wise business decision on taking advantage of the weather to “clear my head”. I decided to go for choice 2. Mostly, because a large man in brightly colored spandex riding a electric rose colored bike (ok its pink), is kind of like not noticing that a 747 just buzzed you.

As I walked into the office this morning, few minutes early to show how good of an employee I was, I did not notice a pink slip or empty boxes on my desk, so for now I think I’m safe. Of course the day is young. And its a beautiful sunshiny dixie day. Maybe Ill sneak out early and go for a ride?