Signing Into Work

So, the Midget calls me early and wants to know if I am working.

"No, I'm not working."

"So, you weren't working yesterday?"

"No, I wasn't working yesterday."

What is with her, I think, why would she think I am working?

"You know Boris took two today and yesterday off."

"Oh, did she." I did know about yesterday, but I didn't know about today.

So, The Midget tells me she'd have to discuss it with the Big Poo.

"Okay," I say.

However, what The Midget wanted was something pretty simple, so I said I would do it. It wouldn't take long, and they are pretty easy brownie points to earn, I think. And, in a certain sense, justifies me working from home, if you stretch the credulity a touch. See, I do care about such things, sometimes. See.

I sign into work, I do the thing The Midget wanted. I send an email saying I'd done it, at the same time I see Boris is sending emails. 

Grrrrr, I think. Boris is working. Get your acts together people, I think.

I don't wait for a response to my email. I sign off thinking stop bothering me you twats.