WORKING RELATIONSHIP
Today’s contributor accidentally mixes work with pleasure
One night, after several rounds of drinks with my coworkers, I came home and passed out in bed with my live-in boyfriend. An hour or so later we started having sex. The next thing I knew, my boyfriend was fuming and throwing me out of our bedroom. Apparently, I’d repeatedly said “Oh, John! Yes, John!” Guys generally like it when you scream their name during sex. The problem? John isn’t my boyfriend— he was the new assistant I had just started training at work.
The next morning, my boyfriend demanded an explanation. The best answer I could give: “I was dreaming?” It wasn’t that far fetched. I was passed out when he started foreplay. Maybe what I was trying to say was: “Oh, John! Can you file these invoices? Yes, John! Great job making copies!” But my boyfriend wasn’t buying it.
For weeks, he was pissed and started picking me up from work to size up the assistant. He wasn’t going to stop until John was fired. I explained for the last time, “I don’t know why I said his name in bed. There is nothing going on between us.” That’s when he gave me an ultimatum, “it’s me or your assistant.”
I couldn’t possibly fire the poor kid over a non-existent affair—lawsuit much? But to appease my boyfriend, I had John transferred to another department. “He’s just not working out with the team,” I told human resources. About a month later, my boyfriend dumped me. He never got over the slip-up and said transferring John was an admission of guilt.
