Oh oh...
My boss has just asked me out to lunch. He has never done this before (in the 7 years I've know him). Down the pub in fact which considering he doesn't drink is even stranger.
Either:-
a. I've got the sack
b. he's got the sack
c. he fancies me and is trying to get me in the sack
Being mildly paranoid I shall assume the worst until proven otherwise - stick to orange juice and watch where he puts his hands.
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