Entertaining Fact about me #465
When starting a job, I bring in framed pictures of my brother as a baby. I display them all over my desk, computer wallpaper, and just act like he’s my son. This way when I want to take a half day or just get out of work… I’ll just tell my boss that my son is sick, acting up, babysitter has an emergency, doctors appt, and so on… the excuses are endless. Hell, if I need an extra week vacation & some office sympathy… I can just say my son died. (private “family” only funeral in the Florida Keys) (He would’ve wanted it that way)
Delbert Shoopman III, you’re my hero.
