Someday I will blog about something other than work and The Dead Isle, but that day is not today.

(Dead Isle Chapter Fifteen is posted!)

Work is quieter after hell day yesterday, at least, and one of my coworkers finally seems to have noticed that while I am not actually here to wipe their noses, I have been filling that roll.

Coworker: So I need to register for the conference.
Sam: Yep! Let me know if you need my corporate credit card.
Coworker: I hate doing that.
Sam: *wearily* Well it has to get done today, that's not really optional and it's my ass who has to fix it if you don't do it today. So if you want me to do it, I need your username and password to log into the site.
Coworker: Why...would I make you do that? I can do it, I just don't like it. You're not our dad.
Sam: It's not explicit in the job description, but it's kind of implied.

I'm expecting a gift for Father's Day next year.