LOAFER

The work keeps piling up, and I don’t mind. Eventually this new boss will do like the old boss did- learn he can’t rely on me and take to do doing stuff himself. Oh, I could tell him I’m not going to do it, but I prefer to see it dawn on him slowly; prefer to let him figure it out on his own. I like watching the idiot work out that he’s going to have to do the work. Though it’s a bit tiring it’s fun to play with them this way, feign deference and enthusiasm in the hallway or canteen, then stroll back to my cube and resume an afternoons freecelling. Those trips to the bathroom or the watercooler or the canteen fill up a lot of my day. It can take up to fifteen minutes just to get to the bathroom, what with all the stopping and chatting that goes on. Then, if there-s a particularly interesting Wired article, I could be in the bathroom for up to forty five minutes. After that, I need a break. You-d think this-d get me fired, but then I’d guess you haven’t seen Office Space. It’s not that my life follows the plotline, it’s just that there’s some similarities in conduct, however in the movie he doesn’t care because he’s fed up, in my life I don’t care because I’m fucking the bosses wife. He married into her money, she won’t him fire me- I’ve got a ticket to ride. I just wish I cared more. Fuck it, no I don’t, I’m happy to coast.