LATE ABILITY

I've never liked being late, but recently I came to terms with the fact that, on certain occassions, lateness is nothing to be scorned. Fight your dirty thoughts, folks. What I mean here is coming late to work, which happens to bring a lot of advantages. Of course, you are deemed hopelessly sluggish and inert, unpractical, or even useless. On the other hand, the powers that be stop taking you seriously and sending you on challenging errands. And this, my dear friends, is a blessing, as challenging very often means tedious and badly-paid. She who wants to be the doer of the donkey work is an ass; that's my conclusion.

I'm typing this, hidden on the second floor, listening to my junior high students playing some gormless computer game. I should be lecturing on the arcana of the English grammar. I am not, though. I am having fun instead, scared of being found out, for what I am doing is illicit here. At the same time, however, I feel content; content and powerful. Your time has come, punctuality. Die.