gonna kill me a boss ....

(three months ago)
Boss-man (on phone to school): Sure, I'll teach that class in September! No problem!

(two months and three weeks ago)
*Mail arrives. Boss-man must write part of a manual to go with class he is helping teach. You-know-who is granted the honor and privilege of having to do the dirty work of writing said manual section, by dint of the fact she can spell and knows her alphabet.*

(two months ago)
Me: You know this has to be written. It's about legal-type stuff. I don't know anything about that. Start working on it NOW so I can type it.
Boss-man: Okay.

(six weeks ago)
Me: Okay, I'll be gone for two weeks. You need to be working on this stuff, give me something to type when I get back.
Boss-man: Okay.

(one month ago)
Me: Have you started working on that stuff to be typed for the manual yet?
Boss-man: No.
Me: You're going to start on it this weekend?
Boss-man: Yes.
Me: (under breath) When pigs fly ...

(three weeks ago)
Me: Is it done yet?
Boss-man: No

(two and a half weeks ago)
Me: Is it done yet?
Boss-man: No

(two weeks ago)
Me: Is it done yet? I've taken the liberty of writing two pages of it for you, to start.
Boss-man: No, but I'll work on it.
Me: coughbullshitcough

(a week and a half ago)
Me: IS IT DONE YET?
Boss-man: Don't yell
Me: Fine. Then YOU type 10 or 15 pages. *knows he can't type*

(one week ago)
Me: Here's the printout of the five pages I've written for you already. Add to it or die.

(four days ago)
Me: *eye twitching* Is it done yet?
Boss-man: Is what done yet?
Me: *growls*

(Friday)
Me: TAKE IT HOME OVER THE WEEKEND AND DO IT, DAMMIT.
Boss-man: *looks puzzled why I'm so upset*

(today)
Me: You didn't do any of it, did you?
Boss-man: *manages to look sheepish for the first time since all this began*

(one hour ago)
Me: (on phone to school) Um, hi ... I'm with Mr. Fancypants, who promised to get that manual done for his class in September ... well, he's putting finishing touches on it ... can he have an extension? E-mail tomorrow? Welllll ... um, I sure hope so ... Wednesday? Can we have Wednesday?

(two minutes ago)
Me: Okay, we got an extension. Do it tonight.
Boss-man: I'm not working on it tonight.
Me: *kills boss*


EDIT ADDITION:

(ten minutes after posting the above)
Me: You know I'm only yelling at you because somebody loves you - not me, but I'm sure somebody does.
Boss-man: *muttering* I'd like to know who.
Me: Your mother probably loved you at one time.
Boss-man: My mother dearly loved me.
Me: Your father probably mildly tolerated you.
Boss-man: My father was NOT a warm fuzzy person.
Me: Just do your homework.

(five minutes after that)
Me: *finds Boss-man scribbling over his homework, AT LONG LAST, at his desk*

I swear to God, it's no wonder I don't want children ... or I should say, any MORE children.