The VP at work is a terrific guy. He has a few favorite sayings, one of them being "procrastination is its own reward" and another being "shit runs downhill".
When Judy quit, her cases were divided among those not lucky enough to retire to a life of cruise ships and Vegas. In other words, me. And IRS raised a number of questions on Judy's work, which was reassigned to me. I have so much of my own (glub, glub, down once, down twice) that I think I had better get to it, meaning that I decided that even though shit runs downhill (towards me, away from the bosses), procrastination is a virtue, and I blew off the IRS request. Fuck it, as they say. I got my own shit to attend to.
After a few weeks of attending to my own stuff, I decided okay, let's look at the damn IRS letter now. I did this and that. Then VP comes in and asks me if I've seen that folder, and I go "Yeah, it's right here, I'm working on it" and he says he's been working on it. Hot dog! Apparently he never really expected me to blow off my own stuff and immerse myself in this Judy stuff.
A man with a conscience, a man who feels guilty about the big boss not replacing Judy, isn't that great? Shit occasionally runs back uphill. Cool.



