I Didn't Lift a Finger

I walked into work yesterday.

“He’s got some news for you,” my co-worker told me. Of course he did.
“What, did the jackass tell my boss now? That he needed to come in later and still leave at the same time, reducing his hours again?” I asked her.
“Oh, I’m certain he’ll tell you,” she replied a sly smile on her face.
“Hmm, ok,” I said, returning to my work.

Later on into the shift I was focused on getting the part of my work that had a deadline done. During this I was just conversing casually with them both.
“Well,” he began, “while we are sharing news, I’ve got some news of my own.”
This should be good. I’ve been waiting for this the past couple weeks.
“After much discussion with my wife, I’ve decided to go back to school,” he continued, “of course, I can’t work my hospital job, and this one, and do school at the same time, so I turned my two weeks in today. My last day will be February 8th.”
A huge ass grin comparable to the Grinch was fighting its way to the surface of my face. I kept staring intently at my work so I could continue my facade of nonchalance.
“I feel bad,” he said as if he was probing for a reaction from me, “this is such a cool gig.”
I fought the impulse to roll my eyes. I was used to his bullshit and I didn’t even give a damn that he was going back to school. For all I knew it was an excuse as well.
“Well,” I finally said, trying to keep the elation from my voice,” you got to do what you got to do.”
I then returned to my work.

After he let the lab my co-worker turned to me.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you’d get him out of here,"she said with a little bit of awe slipping in her voice.
“Nope, I wasn’t,” I looked at her smiling, “and I even went on holiday.”