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sick days super 8
We just got back from the “Windows and Doors” convention.

I drove all night just to get us to the office. Me, Otto and Clark.

Yes, Clark.

I hadn’t seen Clark all week. Until he showed up at my motel at 1am, last night.

He was completely drunk. His pants were ripped and he told me needed 20 dollars to pay the “cab” in the parking lot. I believe the cab’s name was Shantel.

He told me the “assholes at the Hilton” threw him out.

I asked him where his luggage was. He said “Luggage is for losers.”

He stumbled into our room and shouted “Party!!!” Otto continued to snore.

Then he said “Let’s drink, Alpo.”

He opened our mini fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer. He opened one with his teeth and handed it to me.

I said “There’s an opener on the table.”

He said “Openers are for losers.”

He stuck the bottle in his mouth and popped it open.

Then he screamed. Then his mouth started bleeding. And then Clark threw up on Otto.

That woke Otto up.

Otto sprang up out of a dead sleep, screaming and swinging.

He punched Clark in the face.

Clark crashed into the TV.

By now Otto was awake enough to realize he’d just slugged his boss in the nose. He started shouting “Punch me. Please. Punch me in the face. Then we’ll be even!”

Clark, bleeding from the nose and mouth, and covered in TV screen shards was too busy moaning in agony to return the favor.

About two minutes later Security arrived. Everyone agreed it was time we left.

We hit the road and started for home. Once you’ve been thrown out of a Super 8, there’s really nowhere left to go.

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sick days biz trip 1
Today Clark asked to see me in his office. History would suggest that this is not a good thing.

And history would be right.

Clark told me he was “presenting” at an important trade show in Omaha and that he wanted me to go with him.

I was surprised. I was flattered. I accepted.

Big mistake.

Turns out all he needs is someone to man a booth, hand out flyers and run his PowerPoint presentation.

Apparently, the corporate chimp is busy that week and I’m the next best simian for the job.

But, on the upside, it gets me out of the office, and it’s a good chance to spend some time with Clark. Get to know him better.

Then Otto entered…

Apparently, Otto is coming to Omaha too.

Turns out Otto and I will be sharing a room. At a Super 8 Motel. I also learned that Otto and I will be driving there together while Clark flies in to attend a pre-conference dinner.

That’s when I said “My throat feels a bit sore. I hope I’m not getting sick.”

Clark waved that off. Then he waved us out of his office.

We walked out. I looked at Otto. He seemed delighted.

He said that the 10 hour drive would give us lots of time to “talk windows” on the way there and “talk doors” on the way back.

We leave on Monday. I start drinking now.

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