I did your job today

Hank writes to June, "who will never read this blog . . . Neither will our boss" . . .

I did your job today. I have no idea why you didn't do it, but you didn't - and I did. Which probably makes me a sucker, because you already know that I won't tell anybody about it: I'll probably even give you credit for it during the weekly department meeting. I just can't go tattletaling to the manager like a 4th grade library monitor. Oh, but you're "nice," and that makes it all right. All right. You smile and talk friendly and do nothing. Certainly not your job, chunks of it. But I guess that's OK because you're on the bottom of the totem pole, and you know it, and you have a home life, and you show it, but damn! I wish you'd do your job so I don't feel protective and cover for you.

The Cube Notes: Sometimes you gotta vent.