I was up early, because I am normally up early, 6am. I got all the work I had to do done. Then I sat for a few hours and wrote out a whole procedure of what I do. Step by step. (I know, kill me now)
Boris was truly shitting her pants yesterday about me going on leave. She wanted me to delay my holidays by a week, so we could formalise an extensive handover, but, I can't see what that will do. And, I don't want to, now I am in the mood to fuck off out of there.
Remember, they told me to take leave because I have too much accrued.
Boris is a smart cookie (I truly don't know where that expression came from) and I am certain she will breeze it in. She doesn't need to worry. In lots of ways, she is better than me, because she cares, and I don't give a shit. (go on sack me! maybe then I'll write that novel)
I mean, I care enough to get everything right that I do, and not to fuck anything up, you know, the least course of resistance and all that, making life as easy for myself as I can. I don't care enough to make allowances for everyone else's mistakes, however.
Anyway, I wrote out an extensive procedure for her. She'll be fine.
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