Boris tells me she is going home to the motherland yet again, and she wants me to do her work for her, again.
Oh, sure, I say.
I so don't want to do it, I really don't. I don't want work any more than I do now. I have no interest in doing that. No. Bugger that. But, I say yes because, well, I'm not really sure why I say yes. But I do.
I'm an idiot, maybe that is the best description.
I'm stupid, I should say no.
The big pooh bah does give me a bonus every year for filling in, I know that's why he gives me a bonus.
So, that's why I do it, to get the bonus?
Well, not exactly. I'd be happy not to do it and not to get the bonus, really.
I can't even really say its because I am being nice. Groan.
The sad truth is probably because it just easier than saying no. Bottom line is, it is just laziness on my part.
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