For those of you who don’t know, I work for my dad. So I will probably get in trouble for posting this. However, that couldn’t possibly be nearly as awkward as having a Come-to-Jesus meeting about excessive plumbing usage.
I had to go get something out of my dad’s office and this was sitting on his desk. (It was right on top, Dad, I wasn’t snooping.)
Can you imagine that conversation? “Ummmm, yeah, when you’re done with that TPI report, I’m gonna need to talk to you about your excessive usage of the facilities …”