Well That's a New One

My (jewish) boss is obviously very late in sending out his holiday cards and gifts today. But he's been out sick and busy with actual work so today is the day. Plus he's a partner so he can get away with shit like this.

He furiously kept shoving bottles of wine in boxes, and slapping post-its on them with names like "Ann Sullivan" and "Josh Cohen" and "Joe Murphy" as if I'd be able to look up those names in our contacts database and only get one hit.

Finally at the end of the day, having exhausted all my investigative abilities, I went to J-Boss to ask what company Joe Murphy works for, so I could narrow
down the hits and get the correct address. J-Boss didn't know. "Call Greta McGregory; she's dating him and will know."

Ummm ... really? You want me to call the woman he's banging? This felt so weird, so unprofessional. No. Not unprofessional. Just ... not a very business-like thing to do. And yet I called.

GY: Ms. McGregory?

McG: Yes?

GY: Hi, this is G, calling from J-Boss's office. I feel kind of funny doing this...

McG: **giggle** (somebody clearly cracked open a bottle of wine already)

GY: ... but J-Boss told me you would have an address for Joe Murphy?

McG: **giggle** Well, he'll be with me through the end of next week. Can I ask what it's for?

GY: Oh of course; it's just a holiday present.

McG: Sure, you can send it to my house.

And so I am. Sending a present to the house of the woman the guy is banging. Happy Holidays. Enjoy your wine.

Ugh, and wouldn't it have been awkward if we weren't sending Greta wine too?! Thank goodness we are.