<p>Cbreeze’s earlier post made me think about my early days (dark ages, early 80’s), when it wasn’t always about having piles of work, it was about looking like we worked harder than everyone else. You couldn’t leave before the VP’s. </p>
<p>So we invented ways to get out of the building for some fun, making one boss think we were working for another. We’d leave all the lights on and our jackets on our chairs, grab a Fedex box and head for the elevator. Or piles of paper pretending to be heading to the printers. We’d have dinner and a few drinks and return after we knew they’d gone home to get our stuff.</p>