Was in a dollar store Saturday and noticed a bowl of little watches near the checkout. Sign said they had alarms. Got three.
Had to go to the boss's party that night. There was no "please come." It was a "you have to be there because we are building morale" event.
Figured out how to set the little bastard watches with a bent paperclip and set one alarm for 2:17 a.m., another for 3:47 a.m., and the third for 5:07 a.m. Took them with me.
Waited until one woman was in the downstairs powder room and another was waiting to get in. Gee, have to find another bathroom, right? Went upstairs. Passed a doorway I was hoping to see - master bedroom. Found main bath a little farther down the hall and used it.
Heading back to the stairs I ducked into the master bedroom and tossed one watch behind the huge armoire, bowled another one as far as I could under the king-size bed, and threw the third one as far into the closet as I could.
Back downstairs without a hitch.
This morning's staff meeting was the best staff meeting ever in the world anywhere at any time. It was in all caps and featured repeated vocalizations of what the little alarms sounded like when they went off. And went off. And went off.
I'm a bad person.
My morale's improved, though.