If work means having your boss stand up and talk about how many back stage passes he's had for concerts, how many women he's scored, how many athletes haven't been nice to him and how this poor deprived child from Dundalk who didn't like his birth parents or grandparents could "only" go to 40+ baseball games per season, then by all means, do all the work for me.

If you aren't interested, why bother to even chime in about it? You've made your point, you don't like Nestor. Enough said.