imaginary conversation

I had this imaginary conversation with my boss today while doing those things that are not part of the job that I was hired to do, and in fact are part of someone else’s job, who doesn’t want to do them either and may in fact, need to leave because of sickness and not being able to do those things that I don’t want to do. In it I tell my boss, after not getting an acceptable raise (which hopefully I will get, I don’t find out until January) that I will keep the “salary” with the “raise”, which I prefer to call a pittance with a slight puffing, because I’m only keeping it until I find a new job. But that he will keep me here until I find it, at which point I will give him two weeks notice and will then leave.
Of course, that would not happen. Even if I did only get a non-raise raise, I would probably smile sweetly and say thank you. But I might just say that this new job stuff that I don’t want to do, but may be forced to do is such that I would rather poke my eyes out with spoons. And not just any spoons. Wooden spoons. Dull, splintery, wooden, spoons.
Yes, I may just say that.

On another note, I have to go and do those things that I don’t want to do because I really need to get them done with the event looming ever closer. And I don’t like the event or the looming, and to have so much event and so much looming… gah… I’m getting a headache just thinking about it!
On the plus side, the other reason I have to go is because today is a half-day and I get to go home to my Travis (who has a no work day) at one, and therefore have much less time to do those yucky things. I’m also going to make yummy food, and eat a lot, and enjoy having 3.5 days off. Yay!