Home Run

The messenger window pinged on my laptop. I took a quick peek at who was annoying me. Damn, It was El Jefe.

Well, this was a bit inconvenient. How dare the Boss-Man ping me when I am working from home and in the middle of eating a kingsize hot-dog? A bloody video call too. Had he no shame?

Reluctantly I put down the massive hotdog that was in one hand and stopped scratching my knackers with the other.

I checked the time. Half nine, the day had hardly begun. What the fuck? This was bang out of order.

Grumpily I brushed the crumbs from my face and clicked accept.

El Jefe popped up on the screen with his usual grouchy face as if an Emperor Penguin had just smacked his Mother's arse and asked her to pass the salt.
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He made a snurly wurly grumbling noise and leaned closer to the screen on seeing my handsome visage poke out his end

Fuck sake, BoomDawg. What are you wearing?

He snapped

I looked down at the T-shirt that I slept in and then back at the Jefe-Meister, shrugging my shoulders.

What? It's a t-shirt, what do you expect, a dinner jacket? I'm working from home?

I was quite proud of my working from home routine. It would be fair to say that in between hand-shandies, coffee and hot-dogs, I would get quite a bit of work done.

Hmmph. Well, I hope your wearing pants because I get sick of everyone that works from home telling me that they sit around in their pyjamas

El Jefe snarked.

Well, rest assured boss man. I am not wearing pyjamas.

I said with a mischievous grin.

Good, good. Wait, why are you smiling like that? Oh for fuck sake, tell me you really are wearing pants?

El-Jefe inched closer to his screen turning his head from side to side as if it was actually a window he could look through.

Of course, I'm wearing bloody pants.

I bloody hope so

Are you... Are you wanting to see..?

I asked, making a face like I was chewing a farmer's unsavoury toffee.

This was taking a bit of a mad twist. I mean, what was this turning into? Is this what working from home for El-Jefe was going to be like?

Yikes. Maybe he would be buying me lingerie next?

El-Jefe's eyes bugged out slightly at my show-and-tell offer.

Um. No... Of course, I don't want to bloody see?!?

Despite the words tumbling exasperatedly out of his wanton mouth, he wasn't convincing me.

Alright then. You're the Boss.

I tried to sound coquettish whilst reluctantly pushing my chair back.

Oi!? OI!! SIT DOWN. I don't want to see your pants!?!

El-Jefe barked.

Hmmph, what are you calling me for then?

I said huffily.

El-Jefe gazed at me blankly.

I have absolutely no idea now.

He shook his head like an old and tired cow being pushed into a toilet cubicle.

I'll email you.

He said curtly flicking his hand toward his mouse to cut the call.

Boss-man, wait!

El-Jefe paused, eyebrows knitted together in irritation.

What?

I looked left then right before leaning into my webcam and whispering.

I'm not actually wearing any pants.

I disconnected and picked my hotdog up with a chuckle. This was turning out to be a fine days work.