One of Those Red-Shirt Guys

Well, it's 1752 here at work, and I basically have an hour to kill. I refuse to find something to do, both the big bosses are done and gone, and quite frankly I don't think they would care if I did nothing since I've covered off what I needed to. It's interesting the way I act at work. I treat one of the bosses with the utmost respect and the other one I try to pull one over regularly. It's almost become a game for me. Let's see how far I can push it before I get into shit. Well, so far over the past six months I have told her to "fuck off" and "shut up" and nothing. Not a reprimand, nothing. I always thought I was one of the red-shirt guys from Star Trek. Easily disposable. But as time wears on I begin to wonder if I am.
Last year, when I was so fed up that I was ready to walk out and tell them to shove their job, I got into a "discussion" with the dark boss. She had asked my why I never told one of my co-workers what I thought about them. Now, this particular co-worker is hard enough to work with on a regular day, let alone when I have given her a piece of my mind! So basically, I told my boss that if I spoke my mind I would get fired for the things I would say. Now doesn't Ms. Boss come out and say she would never fire me for something I would say? My jaw seriously almost dropped to the floor on that one.
Gotta run for now, but remind me to tell you about the horrible news I just received about my bestest bud, Lorna.