That makes you feel good.

There's this knob at work, week before last he upped and left for his holiday without leaving me so much as a note, and I spent the week cleaning up all the mistakes and timebombs he'd left behind.

MD comes back in from holiday today and demands explanations on why so many things go wrong. He has the GALL to blame me!

So now he needs help on something he was (surprise, surprise) meant to deliver on Friday.

He asked me help, but I said "Sorry I'm at maximum capacity"

While he is sweating and running round like crazy, I'm sat opposite him reading Watchmen while he throws me evils.

Not big, not clever, but sure as hell makes me feel better