Job Security or Career Suicide?

Last night, walking back to the car after having dinner with Naing and Sonya, we ran into one of our bosses. He was on his way out with his family for dinner (he lives like 2 blocks from where we ate, so it's not exactly a stunning surprise).

And so, while Naing has met the whole family before, Ana (our boss's wife, who also works in our office and used to sit beside me), takes the opportunity to introduce everyone...

Ana: So, this is our son, Michael, and of course you've met Tina.
Tina: No, I don't think we've met.
Me: Yum. Feisty. And I know I haven't met you. I'd remember you. That much I can promise. (okay, I'm pretty sure I just thought that)

Anyway, turns out she had worked in the office the previous summer.

Damnit.

Me: Bosses aren't allowed to have daughters that look like that. It's just not fair.
Naing: Well, I guess that's too bad.
Me: Dude, I can always find another job.......... and it'd be worth it.