The big boss's secretary comes into my office and says "It's March."
So it seems I need to file my annual report with the law society. OK, fine. You know, this conversation would go a lot better if you gave me more detail than "it's March." Not even detail, really, even just subject matter.
I've said it before, I'll say it again: if I could read minds, I sure as hell wouldn't need to work at this place.