I’m suffering a distinct lack of interest today. I’m deeply, massively, insanely disinterested. And I’d like to go home now.
But instead. I must write a report that I haven’t been told to write yet , but which I’ve heard via the grapevine I will be tasked to write. The arse who will task it, is travelling this week. And is likely to only ask me to write this report when he gets back on Friday*. Friday is my last day in the office for a week. So. Here I sit. Procrastinating. Rather than writing the report I’m not actually supposed to know I’m writing even though I should. When I’ve got a whole lot of other work to do before I go.
And it all makes me feel like telling a whole bunch of people to kiss my arse.
But due to a distinct lack of interest, I can’t be bothered.
*knowing his can’t-organise-a-piss-up-in-a-brewery M.O.