After that, I piddle. I index a disk. I sneak a peek at his checking account to see if he renewed his Penthouse subscription. That sorta thing. My life is only a little better than the sandwich in the fridge with the olive eyes that does nothing but read the labels on the jars.
Door opens, door closes.
Door opens, door closes. That's about my day. I'm so excited. I hear my master saying. It seems like after 30 minutes, I always doze off.