If it’s not one thing, it’s another. You may or may not be able to tell from my last post that I don’t mind doing little side “jobs” for my boss(es) because at this point in my life at the office, it actually keeps things interesting. Yesterday was no exception.
THE OATMEAL INCIDENT: So, I get a call in the morning from the boss and it goes like this:
Boss: Have you been to the cafeteria yet?
Considering his past requests, this is a new one, so i’m unsure how to respond with anything other than the truth.
Me: Um, yes?
Boss: Oh….I was going to ask if you could get me some oatmeal if you hadn’t gone down yet…..
I’m pretty sure this is still a request to get breakfast for him, so I give in.
Me: I can still get that for you.
Boss: Oh, can you? Great! I can give you some money and then you can take the $1.25 out that I owe you from the soda that you got me yesterday.
I can’t help but smile because, quite frankly, I had already forgotten about the $1.25 and, since there was no additional comment about the soda, that probably means it DIDN’T explode like I thought it would. So, I mosey into his office, get the money, asked if he wanted a large or small size – he wants small and he adds that he wants a scoop of brown sugar. Off I go to the cafe.
As i’m getting his oatmeal a co-worker starts chatting me up. The conversation wasn’t anything deep, but i’m so ADD that I turn on the autopilot for the oatmeal task and focus on the conversation. Blah, blah, blah, healthy eating, blah, blah, blah (healthy eating being the topic of lots of conversations in the cafeteria for me, but that’s another post for another day). In my attempt at multi-tasking, I suddenly realize that I am no longer scooping large spoonfuls of lumpy oatmeal into the small cup. No, sir, I’ve made it over to the “toppings” section of the cafe where i’m scooping rather large spoonfuls of brown sugar onto the oatmeal. Once I realized, it was kind of too late. Conversation – OVER!! I put down the spoon of brown sugar that I was ready to drop in, and I examined the bowl to decide whether I would toss that one and make a new one or scoop some of the sugar out or just take it to him the way it is.
To put things in perspective, this is the same man that happened to be making his tea at the same time that I made my coffee and when he saw me put 3 packets of Splenda in my coffee, he about had a heart attack. “3 packets? WWWWWWOW! Do you know what that is? Have you heard of the health risks behind using so much of it? How does it make you feel?” and it kind of went on and on as he schooled me on Splenda. To this day, I only use one packet in my coffee which may or may not have anything to do with the conversation we had and cutting down to one packet didn’t happen overnight.
Anyway, so to put so much brown sugar in his oatmeal, just made me dread and wonder what kind of lecture I was going to receive. I didn’t want to waste the oatmeal, so I attempted to scoop some of the brown sugar out before it melted into molasses. I think I succeeded, somewhat, but this is still definitely way more than he ever uses on a regular basis.
So, again, i’m troubled with the question, ‘How do I tell him that there might be TOO much sugar in it?’ I hate making mistakes, like anyone else, so it bothered me that I haphazardly made his breakfast. Oh well. He’ll either like it or he won’t like it. I paid for the oatmeal, took out my $1.25 from the change, and made my way upstairs before it got cold. I told him that I hoped that it wasn’t too much sugar, he thanked me and that was that. He ended up leaving early because he wasn’t feeling well – hopefully the oversugar’ed oatmeal didn’t have anything to do with that sickening feeling. *sigh*
And I know what you’re thinking, the answer is no, even if I made it wrong it will not stop him from asking me again in the future. I’ll just accept my pleasant lecture on how he actually likes it, and make it right the next time. 😉