Lazy - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
"Oh, I am sorry about the wait and all, are your butt cheeks getting numb? I can only imagine what a wholly frustrating experience that is. You've done me a total solid, but, ya know, all in the line of duty, eh?"
The lawyer sat in her office. If she stood on one spot in the middle it was possible for her to touch every wall. Wednesday morning found her slumped at her desk eying a stack of what appeared to be un-filed paperwork. In any other office this would be a sign of success, more work than the receptionist could handle! But here it was merely another signal to her ineptitude. On closer inspection the “papers” were a jumble of household bills and correspondence she hoped would drum up business. Yet these marketing opportunities sat gathering dust while she ate a doughnut, munching with all the excitement of a child at the dentist. She was mulling over how she could have possibly ended up where she was when “perfect prissy Priscilla” was working at an exclusive Toronto firm. No matter how many times she thought it over no answers came to her...
He was plain bone-idle lazy. On account of him being so slow he was given less work than the rest of us. Even then he did less than half of his list and moaned a griped the whole time. The after we finished we'd each have to pick one of his jobs and get it done on top of our own. Leaving work that should have been done today until the morning was never an option, not anymore. I swear if one of them underground slave drivers comes our way I'm gonna be sorely tempted to sell him for whatever I can get and brother be damned.
He would write himself a list of chores in the morning and then sit with coffee after coffee as he pondered which to do first. Then he would check the time and see that he was due a snack and he would call his wife to fix him one since he was 'busy.' After eating the snack he would realize there wasn't much time until lunch and he would assign his wife one of the jobs. Then he would remember he hadn't checked his email yet and would get distracted on the internet until lunch arrived. After which he would call a friend to ask for some advice and then talk sports for an hour. After that he would be ready for another snack. By the mid-afternoon he would feel sleepy and take a nap until dinner. When he woke up his wife had done the list for him.
He was lazy. He was as stronger than me and taller, but he worked as slow as a child and he chewed my ear off with every bitter thought that crossed his mind. He seemed to think he was due the respect of a king without ever earning it. He took longer breaks than anyone and at the end of the day he asked if he could take credit for some of our work so it would be more 'fair.' I don't know where he gets his ideas of fairness from but we obviously don't read the same books.
Could get out of work faster than grasshoppers. Lazy as a lion in the noon day sun. Slower than a sloth.
Oh, I'm not ashamed to admit I'm lazy. The minute I hear something that sounds like effort, my entire body feels as if it's been chained to the spot. My brain is working overdrive for me to write this sentence, and trust me, I'm suffering. Why can't I learn how to touch type? Then I could do this quite literally with my eyes closed... Nah, that sounds like work.