Work...?

I'm sitting in my office right now, reading Thompson's "The Rum Diary".
It's dead, and there's nothing to do, but I still have to put up the
guise of a hard-working leader. So I turn on my computer, open up ms
works, and type a bunch of shit into a spreadsheet and leave it on, so
it looks like a sales report. The monkies I work with have never seen a
sales report, let alone analized one, so it works perfectly. But it
still doesn't cure my boredom. I guess I should cut the driver to save
labor, but then I'd have to get off my ass...
Captain Toad, in the office!