Sooo, lets talk Kar’ma here. You have probably seen some of my blogs about my boss who is always walking past my desk and making sure I see the cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he is heading out the door to smoke. I’m not sure what he is trying to prove but whatever. Anyway, yesterday he was outside smoking and I was going to my car and I said to him “You should quit that ~ it is going to kill you” so he shot back “there is nothing worse than an ex smoker.” As I turned on my fashionable 3 inch heel to tell him to “Biteth Me ~ My ankle twisted in a way that I am pretty sure was not a natural position. At this point I didn’t know what emotion to use ~ do I laugh, cry, scream like a little girl. So, Sonny (My Boss~ the Safety Director) comes up to me trying to contain a fit of laughter to see if I was OK. (We have a good relationship which is good because I don’t mince my words or hold my tongue and I am pretty sure anyone else would have fired my arse years ago). After diagnosing the ankle and realizing it did not have to be sewn back on we laughted and the only thing that was running thru my mind was “Instant Karma gonna get you!!!!!
So how was your day!!!!!
xoxo
Jackie
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