"You need to work this weekend." "There's no work to do. I'm waiting for input." "That doesn't matter. Strong leaders make their people work on weekends." "Then he asked me what the clueless leaders do, as if I would know that."
"Then I was visited by the Specter of Unpaid Overtime. He hit me with his rake because he's trying to become a grim reaper." "Hee hee!!" "I just realized that I only enjoy your stories when they involve you getting hit by a rake." "That only happened once." "I plan to tell the gardener that you insulted…
"Someday I hope to get into the grim reaping field." "I don't mind working these unpaid overtime cases, but just once I'd like to see one of you guys die." "Hey, I just realized that my rake is very blunt."
"I am the Specter of Unpaid Overtime." "I will guide you to the shadowy region that is neither life nor death. It is existence without meaning." "Where is this awful place?" "Right here. And if any sticky notes fall on the floor, I'll rake 'em up."
"You know what two things are very similar?" "Unpaid overtime and death. They both deny me the pleasures of being alive." "How about a good night kiss?" "Hey, you found a third thing!"