I was doing some livejournalling when I had to leave my desk for reasons I can't quite remember--I think they involved mail--and when I got back, Boss³ was sitting at my computer.
Oh, fuck.
"Listen," he said, "I need to talk to you about this."
Fuck. Fuck!
"This is good," he said. "Really good."
"Uh... thanks?"
"Could you e-mail it to me? I want to have it on hand when I brag about what a fantastic job my interpretation staff is doing."
Hmm, I thought. That was unexpected...
It turned out that he was not, in fact, reading my hilarious-but-seriously-time-wasting journal. Instead, he was looking at a brochure that I had been working on for our school programs.
That was a close one.