Monday In The Office

I’m in the office.

I was first in 6.30'ish. First up I play Freddie singing I’m Going Slightly Mad, it seemed wholly appropriate.

I make several coffees.

I get stuck into work while the office is quiet.

I’m listening to Richard Clapton, the perfect music for being in the office.

The Big Poo comes in 7.45'ish, he asks how are his favourite dogs?

There is a new'ish Stores guy who has such a Smithton Grammar guy look about him that I am so attracted to him. He’s really friendly too, he alway smiles so sweetly at me, and says hello, it really gets my attention.

Big exhale. The things I imagine doing to him... bent over his Stores desk. (did I say that out loud?)

HR has taken to starting all their emails with, I hope you’re well. I just want to tell them to fuck off, but that is hardly surprising, I guess.

I ate 4 chocolate chip cookies and felt sick afterwards. Stupid me.

I pissed off at 3pm. Boris says, "I'll see you next Monday?"

I so wanted to reply, "Oh, fuck off, will you."