Once again, the idiot of a manager treats me as if I'm little more than an instrument to advance his career. He had no qualms about assigning me an important task ten minutes before the end of the day. This is happening with disturbing frequency. He must think I would find the challenge of a deadline refreshing.
Yes, do your best to keep me late. I adore this office and really have nowhere to go or anything to do. I have no life beyond work.
This must stop. I am no one's lackey.
Note to self: I must step up my efforts to find an alternative. In the few spare moments not spent working. Appended Note: Who am I fooling? I have no spare moments. The man apparently thinks I'm his slave. Extra Appended Note: Research methods of body disposal.
