A need to know basis

Among the things that happened yesterday was the cancellation of a teachers’ meeting that I didn’t find out about until I arrived back at work in the evening for it. Bossman had cancelled it shortly after I had left on an afternoon break and didn’t even have the courtesy to attempt to call/SMS/email me to let me know (Clown was in the same situation). A bit irritated, I then went to the teachers’ room to make a few photocopies for today and expressed my displeasure at not being told it had been cancelled. Pompous Ponce was there and smugly said, ‘You could still go into the room and have the meeting by yourself.’

My reply?

‘At least I’d be having intelligent conversation then.’