SB woke between a nap & asked me to get him some "rObbLes". ππ» In my mind, I'm pulling my hair. We're generally discouraged / prohibited to ask further questions & are expected to simply figure it all out ourselves... π Before ordering sacks of rubbles (which wouldn't be strange, he's known for making unthinkable requests) I paused & assessed the situation & the day's agenda. (π€ "Ah! The Smythson envelopes & LV stationery arrived...") So, I left rubber bands on his desk. He saw it, without a comment. Hence, correct. ππΌ π±π½ Supervisor: (going upstairs carrying Harrods paper bags) "Hello, how is the mood today?" ππ» F: "Good afternoon Mr.______. My life is in rubbles!" π±π½ S: (doesn't continue entering SB's floor) "On 2nd thought, I'm going down to get coffee. Seems I won't have a chance to drink anything until midnight... If the boss asks, say I'm here" ππ» F: "He will ask. And we'll all spend the night sorting paper" π¨π» Colleague: "Stop saying bad words!" // π #lifewithsb #secretboss #mindgames #oldjob #bestjob #nextlevel #rubberband #addiction π https://www.instagram.com/p/B4KBZN9H26D/?igshid=wzz5xthpisyk













