Running into your boss while on vacation in another state calls for a response along the lines of “Hey- what a coincidence! I should say hi.” But when the circumstances involve emerging from a nature trail onto the eleventh hole of a golf course only to look up and see your boss about to putt - he’s sporting starched khakis, a pressed polo and smoking a cigar, and you’re clad in spandex and a bandana, your friend is wearing a wilted tie dye tank top with her sports bra clearly visible, well, I think that calls for a response like “RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!”
And that’s exactly what I did this past Memorial Day weekend. What else was I to do? This wasn’t the set of “Happy Gilmore 2.” The rules of golf etiquette frown upon interruptions from onlookers, especially when they’re looking rougher than the rough.
I thought I was in the clear two hours later when I was eating lunch with my friends at the pool, clad in a string bikini top. That’s when my OTHER boss appeared. This time, the response called for two questions: 1) What is this place – our secret satellite office!? And 2) WHERE IS MY SHIRT!?
There would be no running this time. The irony was so incredible that I wanted to say hello. Plus, another dodging might provoke contact karma to catch up via who knows? My third boss surfacing in the hot tub?
I guess the moral of the story is that a vacation is time off from the actual work, not necessarily the job itself. You’re never completely safe from your seniors so there always has to be some level of professionalism and, at least for me, a lot of wardrobe rethinking.
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