I’ve received my anticipated spanking. Sadly, I didn’t predict the exact day that it was coming (yesterday), or I would have worn my French maid’s costume to make things interesting.

Aside from being smelly and apparently having no access to a hairbrush, my new cubicle neighbor is also a tattler. Not all that surprising. I knew it before I got transferred to this cell. Now, I could have changed my habits accordingly, but that just isn’t my style. So, instead, I kept doing my thing with the constant expectation of reprimand. When I get my hopes up for such a chastisement, it’s rare that I am disappointed.

So, within my talking to, I was on the receiving end of a line that I get a lot from employers.

“It’s been noticed that you have been working on other things. I don’t know what you could be working on, but…”

Of course you don’t know what I could be working on. If there isn’t a TV, a stack of tabloids, or a six pack in my cubicle, what on Earth could I be doing?

My new plan? Work so slowly, it’s like I’m working backwards. This morning it took me 2 hours to do 15 minutes worth of work. I’m pro at this. I don’t have to be doing something to do nothing.