There’s a supervisor at my workplace I’ll refer to as “Bossy Blonde,” who has a tendency to stick her nose where it didn’t belong. Usually that meant monitoring what I was doing at my desk even though she wasn’t my boss, and despite the fact that I was working in a division completely unrelated to hers.

I knew she’d be working here tonight, so I began to explore my options. Where could I go to enjoy some privacy (and check my blogging stats) without her peeking in on me? We had an office with a very nice desk and PC that could have been an ideal solution for me, but it got locked up at the end of the day. Not one to give up so easily though, I decided to use the credit card tips I found at Lifehacker today, and tried to jimmy the door open with one of my library cards.

“Frick frick frick! Why can’t these doors ever open up easily like they do in the movies???”

After a few minutes of twisting and prying, nervously keeping an eye out for anyone who might walk in on me, I finally gave up. Ok, this wasn’t gonna work.

I continued to scout my territory, and eventually settled on a nice little corner desk I found hidden out of view by a maze of cubicle walls. It was the perfect spot to hide out for a few hours until I could finally go home.

I settled in, sighing contentedly as I happily logged on and checked my emails.

“Hey Linc! Whatchya doing here??” It was the boss of the section I was hiding in.

“Oh hey!!!!!!!!” I said, wincing as my thumping heart cracked a few ribs, “I’m just umm, hanging out here for my um, meal break, that way nobody bothers me.”

“Oh, ok.” He looked at me with a little uncertainty, then picked up his keys and left.

I looked at the time. Still another 50 minutes to go.

“@#$%,” I muttered. The search for my quiet place continues.