my boss does not have a neck. seriously, i have no idea how he is able to move his neck from one side to another. his head is connected so close to his shoulders, it distracts me everytime he speaks in the meeting.
my workmates call him raphael - i mean, yes, the teenage mutant ninja turtle kind- but i prefer calling him super mario. i don't think he walks. he bounces.
super mario is not generally-liked. when he asks to talk to you, you know you're doomed.
now yesterday, i was arguing with my workmate about the functions of f5 and f9 in outlook. when the emails keep flooding, you learn more than what you're supposed to in outlook.
"hi, how are you doing?"
it was a trick. super mario was asking me how i was doing. that could not be true.
"are you okey?" again, he asked.
i looked at him, wide-eyed, wondering if he was true. his face was so close to mine, i felt like he was gonna eat me anytime. "do i not look okey?" i asked back, confused.
"i am just asking if you're okey."
"do i look sick?"
"can you just answer me if you're okey?"
"i'm okey!" i answered, way too quickly than i normally do. it's the i'm-okey-now-get-the-hell-out-of-here kind.
he smiled.
i smiled back- the world's fakest smile.
super mario just asked me if i'm okey. gah! i'm doomed.
