Is that a fake kid?

A co-worker of mine has a nice little set up for himself. I'm sure it's a scam. He comes to work every morning at 10am, not a moment sooner. The rest of us have already conducted meetings, written reports, responded to emails and solved a number of crises by the time this guy shows up for work. This happens every single day.

His workday ends at 2pm while the rest of us are in the throws of stress-filled meetings. He nods at the photograph of a perfect kid on his desk and we're supposed to accept that as a reason for his shortened workday.

He's had that same photograph on his desk for the entire time of his employment. I just wish I can remember how long he's worked here. I don't think that's his real kid. It could be the photograph that came with the frame for all I know.

If I were a man, I could walk in with a new picture like that. Hmmmm, I'll have to do it slow and steady and show my real belly fat for a while. Maybe after wearing loose clothes for a while I can get my fake kid working for me. Woo hoo, I'm gonna join the four-hour workday crew!