Perhaps the fly on the wall might disagree, but my idiocy of late is not intentional.
Cesar blames my stunts on me wanting to leave NYC for Chicago. He's pretty certain, in fact, that there's no way I'm not trying to get sacked.
"I mean, you've gotta cut that shit out. You're just trying to get fired so you have an excuse to go to Chicago earlier. Admit it." This was in response to me telling him that I just wrote an email to the office manager telling her that the diabla (my boss, of course) was leaving the office in an hour. Hallelujah.
Often I curse spell check, but today its ability to delay the sending of an email rescued me from getting canned (And I use the word 'rescue' very lightly here, of course -- like when one of my friends rescues me from talking to a hot guy. Gee, thanks...). As the spell checker was telling me that I had spelled diabla incorrectly (disable? doable? dipole?), I noticed that my boss's email address was in the 'To' line of the email:
Dear [my boss],
Only one more hour 'til your devil-ass leaves. Thank God.
I'd say that would most definitely afford me a one-way ticket to Chicago. If only that were my objective... And really, it's not.