My big boss, The Big Poo, called me yesterday and wanted some extraordinary figures done.
“I’m so sorry to add to your already increased workload.”
“Oh, that’s okay.”
“But, I need these figures done.”
"Yeah, sure," I said.
"Boris is going to owe you big time when she gets back." He joked.
"Oh, well, at least she is having a good time."
"Oh, I see." He laughed. "She's even rubbing it in."
"Ha ha," I said. "No, I asked her."
"Well, I guess that is the main thing," he said. His voice dripped with sarcasm. He laughed afterwards.
“I guess,” I said. Thinking did I care if Boris had a good holiday, or not? I asked her. She said she was having a good time meeting up with friends and family every day. Did I really care? Do any of us really care? Do we? In this increasingly self-focused world. I’m happy for her that she is having a nice time being with her family, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not effecting my life, let’s face it.
“Anyway, mate, let me know if there is anything I can do to help with anything,” said the Big Poo.
“Yeah, sure I will.”
“I’m always here,” he said.
“Thanks.”
If anyone wants a blueprint for a great CFO, ours is the one to adopt. He is a joy. And I don’t think I have ever been able to say that about any other CEO/COO/CFO types. He is a great guy and a wonderful boss.
(Boris is a great boss too, have I said that before?)
So, I had a whole lot of things to get done yesterday. And when I had them all done by mid afternoon, I realised that was pretty much all of Boris’ work done for the rest of the month, until she is back. Not so hard, despite my complaining. Done.
Other stuff will probably come up, but it may not too.
So, Boris, I hope you are having a good time, I thought, as it doesn’t really concern me so much any longer. So, why not, be generous.
When you think about the world today, it is kind of one of those things that is in short supply, generosity. Which, I guess, is doing something for someone else for nothing, there’s not so much of that going on today.
I am doing this for Boris for nothing. I am. And I am happy to, despite my whinging.

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