Red Like A Bordello

Sometimes my boss forgets he has hands and feet. He will be sitting at his computer, IMing his girlfriend, and will say, "Hey, put the red vinyl in that machine?" I am, of course, in the middle of writing the text for a rush brochure that needs to be done tomorrow. So, no, boss, I don't mind, it's not like I was WORKING or anything. Grrrr.
He will be talking to a customer and take their order and when they leave he turns to me and says, "Here you go, go ahead and lay that out." Grrrrrrr.
Or I will be putting tint on the railing upstairs so I can save the time bringing it downstairs (you know, I have lots of stuff to lay out) and he will stand at the bottom of the stairs and say, "I will take that." and then he waits until I walk it down to him. Grrrrrrr.
All I have to say is: where is my sugar daddy(no knight in shining armor for me, I am too mean from all the abuse I have taken and would smush him and his sissy horse).
At least I have my blog, so instead of putting the red vinyl in the machine I can slack off, just like you, boss, I learned it from watching you.