I Fake Sick on His Business Trip Days
Zoom camera off. Cough on Slack. Door unlocked by noon.
Greg travels Tuesdays. I WFH anyway.
Now I schedule "migraine" Tuesdays. Camera off. Lozenges on desk for authenticity.
She arrives at eleven. Leaves by two. Shower. Log back in refreshed.
Performance review praised my flexibility. If only they knew which hours flex.
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