Told the draftsman I didn't know when I'd get back to the office. That was factually correct, but I figured I'd be back close to quitting time. I just didn't feel like driving his worthless ass home, and I wanted to do my taxes at the office. He had texted me back saying his girlfriend would get him. Great! I stopped by the liquor store on the way back to the office, and got some Yuengling porter and Four Roses small batch bourbon for tax preparation(FACT: The more fucked up you get, the bigger the refund :^P ).
Got started on my taxes, and got to drink beer in front of his alcoholic ass. That really made the beer taste better :^D Took about an hour to do the taxes, and his girlfriend didn't get there until 1.25 hours past quitting time. He was probably sweating and pissed that his usual ride was sitting in front of him drinking beer, and he couldn't leave. I could have finished quicker, but I wanted to leave after him. Didn't want to rub it in too much :^P
I probably sound like an asshole(I am), but I'm fucking sick of him. He's literally worthless to me, and I have to drive him to and from work. I do it for the boss, not him. Anyone with a clue would realize people probably DON'T want to leave early in the morning, and get home 45 minutes later than they should, but he's oblivious to... Pretty much everything. The only thing he thinks about is his next cigarette, and some piss water he considers beer. Never mind that he has one foot in the grave, and the other on a banana peel, and it isn't normal to pant like a St Bernard after a 20' walk...
anyway...
tl;dr
I got my taxes done, and had a leisurely afternoon instead of playing chauffeur.
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