Monday In The Office

Monday in the office.

It is so utterly pointless coming into the office, everything is better working from home. Everything. I cannot think of anything that is better in the office? Nothing. 

We’ve been shown a better way to live, and work, and now they want us to give it up. Willingly. No!

I’m in a finance meeting in the afternoon, oh my god, boring finance meetings where they just yap and yap and yap and not only am I supposed to keep my eyes open, I and supposed to look interested. Jesus, I am not that good an actor. Beam me up Scotty, so boring. 

At least in a online meeting, I can do other work while I am sitting there while those in charge justify their large salaries. 

OMG! That just yap on and yap on and yap on. No one cares about your budget. No one cares about the figures. No one care about your reports. No one cares about what money has been collected. No one cares about what new clients we got. Okay, I don’t care. It’s me, I don’t care. I don’t give a shit. Can I go now.

Oh, kill me now!

Yap yap yap yap yap!

It gets really uncomfortable sitting there, trying to keep comfortable, trying to feign interest.

Of course, if I get really bored, I start undressing them. Who knew that Irish Darren looked so good in his jocks. Jason Jones really reminds me of Sam, so he comes in for special attention. 

Oh, there are some I don’t want to see undressed. If I start imagining Missy Tate. Ah! No! Or Big Ange. Jesus fuck. Noooo! 

Concentrate on who’s talking. Concentrate on who’s talking…