I have the crappy part of my job that I enhance with certain freedoms. My last boss was more hands on, but my current supervisor never bothers me as long as my job is done well.
So I work in this private walkway for about an hour. Normally, I am the only person there. So I'm doing this job that requires no thought and I bring in music to occupy my mind. So it's just me and David Bowie and some Bare Naked Ladies, working and dancing and singing. Yes, that's right...it really is only me there. I am quite uninhibited when I'm alone.
Only this time...I wasn't alone. I don't know how long he was standing there. We stared at each other for a couple seconds (I wanted the earth to swallow me whole).
Then we pretended it never happened and talked shop.
Maybe next month, I'll turn the music down...