D'oh!

Today I decided I had to delve into this draft of Zara Book II, and sometimes working somewhere else besides home helps me concentrate. So, I took it to work with me today, intending to work on it over my lunch hour. Of course, lunch ended up being delayed while I took care of business stuff. So, I didn't start lunch until 12:45 and even then I kept getting interrupted. But I did get about 35 pages of reading done.

However, right as I was finishing up, my boss's boss comes into my cube. Picture this. I'm hunched over my desk, wearing my ipod headphones and toiling over a stack of paper that can only be another manuscript. Nothing around here that I work on is almost 300 pages long. She needs my help with something, and I'm only too happy to oblige...except all I can think is BUSTED! Even though I wasn't even doing anything wrong. But she doesn't know that. She, I'm sure, noted that I was working on personal stuff at 1:30 in the afternoon.

I felt compelled to explain that I was taking a late lunch even though she didn't really ask what I was doing. She's cool that way. I felt like I was in one of those sitcom moments where the character is explaining too much, only making herself look guiltier. So, I kept myself from saying anything more, but still.

To quote Homer Simpson, D'oh! Of all the days to get a visitor of high rank in my cube...*sigh*