I’m leaving work at 1:15 this afternoon to take my sister to have Lasik surgery so she won’t have to wear contact lenses anymore. After the 20 minute surgery, I will take her home and get her in bed, go pick up my 5-year-old nephew, Matt, and enjoy the rest of the beautiful afternoon and then spend the night with them before getting my hair cut and colored in the morning.
Yesterday I went into my boss’ office and said, “My sister is having surgery tomorrow and I need to pick her up at 1:30 and take her and then take care of my nephew so I have to leave early.” He said, “okay” and then started talking about my nephew.
See how I played that?
Some of the ladies may have caught it.
If a woman says “surgery” to her male boss, she may as well say “uterus” or “ovaries”. He’s not going to touch the word “surgery”….whatever it is, just go. The key is the delivery.
“My sister is having surgery.” And then just give him a level stare, lots of eye contact. Nope, I’m not going to elaborate, all I said was the word “surgery”.
Go ahead, ask me, “What kind of surgery?”
Could be an ingrown toenail, could be genital warts.
Do you feel lucky?
Could be Lasik laser corrective eye surgery. Could involve an anal probe.
You don’t know, sir, do you?
Do you want to discuss my sister’s reproductive organs with me, Boss? or do you just want to let me go on my merry way and you can go back to work and breathe a sigh of relief that you didn’t just hear me say “cervix”.