Stupid CoWorkers

I work in a small office environment, and our manager is a very hard person to please. He has his Favorites, then the next down are the Liked, and the rest of us are merely Drones, apparently there to do the Liked and the Favorites’ jobs for them. Whenever Mary or John Favorite, or Sue or Linda Liked, go to Mr. Boss and tell him they have too much work to do, then Mr. Boss calls in Bob or Sally or Jane Drone to give them a hand.