"Will you make me some tea?" I say to my do-you-like-Caravaggio-asking roommate, knowing that he will, indeed, make me some tea. This is a function of a type of absent-mindedness which results in following and obeying. "Yes," he says and glides, socks on smooth floor, into the kitchen. I am happy. It seems that I have a plan. Today, call in sick. Tommorrow, wearing my pointy shoes, I will ask my immediate supervisor to put my name forward for a promotion. If she refuses, I leave, I win. If she puts my name forward, and I don't get the promotion, I leave, I win. If she puts my name forward, and I get the promotion, I win. This is an excellent plan, I think.