At the cinema during working hours

A group of us government employees were bored at times when we had completed our allotted tasks and had nothing to do. This usually happened towards the end of the month. So we devised a plan to visit cinema halls to while away our time. The theatre manager was a friend of ours as he was our house mate.

We got a clerk in the office involved and told him to alert us if the boss was looking for us. If that happened, the clerk would call up the theatre manager who would insert a slide in between film footages to call the office. We would ring up the office, speak to the clerk and check if we needed to return to the office. We dared not return home as we had a nasty boss who would drive to our homes to check if we had gone home. That’s how nasty he was. Just as we had a clerk as a confidant, he too had his spies to give him information of our misdeeds.

However there were very few moments he was able to track us as we seldom returned home. That was frustrating for him. He knew we were up to some mischief but he could not pinpoint what we were up to. We usually visited places of employment to carry out routine inspections. Of the files we selected, there would be one or two that would have no workers and the visits would be aborted, leaving us plenty of time to attend to our own affairs.

Our boss thought he was smart and would attempt to ring up the places of employment we were due to be visiting, but unknown to him they would be closed as they employed no workers and the records in the office needed to be updated.

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