A-hem.

Apparently, I have been working under a misconception this last few months. All along (and for the past score of years or so) I have thought that my existance was for the sole purpose of making selected persons' lives easier to manage. Apparently those "selected persons" are fewer than I originally presumed.

This week the fit has hit the shan over my aid to certain other royal personages in my office. I have figured out that it is better for me to sit at my desk twiddling rather than help the completely and utterly overworked person next door (or the one at the next desk over, I might add). Queen Bee has wanted me to work on some projects for Princess, but alas, I shan't work with her. Instead, I twiddle.

Now, I have been summoned to help another earned-title slug stuff letters. How is it that I can do a 2,000 piece mailout in 2 days and SHE can't do a 540-piece in 2 weeks? Grumble.