"Man, I really hate doing the quarterly reports," you sighed. I looked at you in utter shock. Not because of the sentiment - everyone hates doing quarterly reports - but because you thought I would care.
What did you want me to do? Tell you that I would do the quarterly reports? To not trouble yourself with such things? That you should try to, oh I don't know, run the fucking company while I personally deal with the billing discrepancies?
I wish I had more quarterly reports to give you. I wish I could make you do quarterly reports every day, all day. I wish I could explain to you how many fucking quarterly reports I've made in my lifetime and how completely done I am with them and anything that even says "quarterly" in its title. But instead I just nodded in a disinterested fashion, knowing that we will never get along.
"Thanks," I said, nonsensically.
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