LOL when I worked for a Building Surveyors in Darlington about 15 years or so ago, I used to work in what was a (poorly) converted attic space. The stairs were really creaky and me being a light sleeper could get my head down without the fear of being caught.
I remember one day in the winter when I had a thick woolly jumper on and I was just sprawled over the desk with forehead resting on my arm I was jolted awake by the noise of someone coming up the stairs. I sat bolt upright and started the usual Autocad operators ruse of zooming in and out and looking puzzled. My boss sat down opposite me and I broke off from the zooming and faced him, he started to talk the usual nonsense and my mind started its usual wondering, he stopped talking and said “what’s all those marks on your forehead ?”. I ummed and arr’d a bit as I wondered if he realised they were an imprint of the weave of my jumper…..
I remember one day in the winter when I had a thick woolly jumper on and I was just sprawled over the desk with forehead resting on my arm I was jolted awake by the noise of someone coming up the stairs. I sat bolt upright and started the usual Autocad operators ruse of zooming in and out and looking puzzled. My boss sat down opposite me and I broke off from the zooming and faced him, he started to talk the usual nonsense and my mind started its usual wondering, he stopped talking and said “what’s all those marks on your forehead ?”. I ummed and arr’d a bit as I wondered if he realised they were an imprint of the weave of my jumper…..