It's morning, the rain is awful, and yet another lowly important jackass forced himself onto MY subway car delaying my already long commute, infringing upon my already limited personnal space, and being just all around fat. This morning sucks.... that fat guy sucks. John, one of the partners who's office sits close to my desk has already handed me a project. He caught me before I could drop off my stuff and disappear for a few minutes. Like most mornings when the weather is serious, I drop my stuff under my desk and leave the office to grab breakfast, maybe a chocolate croissant, maybe not. It's the only time I can seriously and blatantly show up to work late. I tend to take an hour, sometimes more. It all depends on how serious the weather is. In past jobs, if it's snowing bad and I catch word that not only are the highways a mess, but the trains are delayed too, I'll take two hours. On a day like today, if it's a hard rain, I'll take an hour. With everybody showing up late from their commute, I'm hardly noticed, and when your dicking around and taking the firms money for a ride, you ALWAYS need an excuse, alibi, or doctors note (which for an associate would never pass, as long as you have a pulse, you're billing hours, being sick does not fly. Sucks for them). Not this morning, however, I was beat.
John had handed me this project before I could skip town. I haven't looked at it yet, I'll probably pass it off to an associate. I tend to tell associates that projects have been handed to me intended to be passed on to them. They're so burnt out and misserable that they don't even ask questions, and so long as I make sure the finished memo or contract gets sent to me and not the partner, I'm golden.... No one's going to get between me and a chocolate croissant. Not today, not ever.
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