"Good lord!" exclaimed my boss, Sal, when he saw my Inbox during a meeting. Specifically he saw that one guy sent every visible piece of mail, some 25 in a row. This guy is Barry. Barry works for Sal, too.
"Yeah," I said. "I've been assuming that you don't want me spending several hours a day reading all the crap he sends me."
I assumed correctly. Sal raged at length about how Barry never does what he's told, and he does what he's explicitly told not to do. Sal's patience is clearly at its limit.
"I mean, I sure as hell don't have to repeatedly tell you to not work, John. You hear that and run."