Luck o' the Irish

My faithful readers will know that, in the past, I have had a punctuality problem with regards to work. Since my boss liked me enough to not just fire me for being late all the time, he began enforcing a highly strict time-table for my arrival and had me come "good morning" him each day when I got into work. It was exhausting trying to think of fun ways to say hello. Eventually I just gave up being clever and began walking by his door and giving a silent wave and smile. I think he began to notice my lack of enthusiasm for this and he would ask me how I was. So it again became fun-ish. But the stigma of being a check-in-lady was an unpleasant thing to carry around with me. However, it was effective. I think I've only been like one or two times since the checking-in began. But today he called me into his office...
Now you need to understand, I live in dread fear of his office. I spend every day trying to think of ways to not go into his office. Because when I go in their I feel like I'm going to die/cry/vomit. Because I just know I'm going to get into trouble. So today when I went into his office it was with much trepidation on my part.
And it was okay. Because all he wanted was to assign me a fun project and to tell me I didn't need to check-in anymore. It was a St, Patrick's Day miracle. I wanted to jig and "thank me leprechaun." It was awesome.
So today was fantastic. And I now consider St. Patrick not only the Patron Saint of Ireland, but also the Patron Saint of Not-Getting-In-Trouble-With-Your-Boss and the Patron Saint of Work-Punctuality. Hooray for St. Patrick's Day!