One was a rule I probably broke. The other one was just a breach of etiquette.
I had to print out some tax forms. Yes, I'm sure that's not allowed at work. But goddammit, I need to do my taxes, the country nor the state is going to delay filing (at least for now), and libraries are now closed. I have no choice. And if that's enough of a reason to fire me, well ... that would be my fault.
OK, on to something a tad lighter. While I was up preparing applications, I farted. It snuck up on me, so to speak. I was just standing up, doing my thing and then, "Poof!" And I did it loudly. (I'm sure I pissed off one of my co-workers, but I think my OCD over COVID-19 today pissed her off, too.) I was blindsided by my own fart, so there was no way to cover it up -- no, "He did it!" or, "I just slid my shoe against the rubber mat!" I just tried to play it off as if I didn't hear it. But I did. And she did. And everybody in the fucking building probably did.
Yep, if I get fired tomorrow ... yeah, maybe that would be my fault, too.
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