Monday In The Office

I go to work early, so i can leave early, that is the only reason. There is no dedication to the job involved here. I go to work early because I just naturally get up early now. There is no need to set an alarm. 

I go to work early, for the lesser reason, of getting quite a few hours on my own to work alone without all the other annoying yappy people. Leaving early also gives me many hours where I don't have to deal with the other people too.

There was a woman on the tram who had her scarf hanging over the top of her head covering her face completely.

There were two Asian ladies sitting behind me, neither of whom took a breath as they both talked at once and at the same time, continuously.

I had to move seats, I felt like I’d got on a twilight tram to hell.

It was so nice and peaceful walking down Collins Street in the dark and cool of the morning after that.

Big Ange was in first and we got to talking about how appliances don’t last how they used to, after I told her I got my fourth kitchen tap in four years. Big Ange moves a bit like a truckie, but she’s nice, I like her.

After that, I put Chaka Khan on and ignored everyone, until the Big Poo came in at 8am. He was surprisingly not chatty. He’s usually rah, rah, rah first thing in the morning.

Don’t know why. Perhaps, fingers crossed, he has my redundancy ready to go, and he felt guilty. Couldn’t face me, you know how it goes. That thought made me smile for a while.

Boris wasn’t in until after 9am, she is never in until after 9am.

The Midget cancelled our catch up, the reason I am in the office, in the first place. I was shocked. Not! Haha! (I can’t remember the last time I was shocked?) That’s how it goes, hey? Do as I say, not as I do.

The rest of the morning has gone smoothly behind my force field of music.

How long until 3pm?

Strumming my fingers on my desk.

Nyr! I don’t think I am going to do anything else today.

2pm. Boris goes into the exec meeting, which usually lasts an hour, so 2.15pm. I decide to go home. Fuck it. I don't want to be here anyway.

You think you are witnessing my slow, corporate demise? No such luck, Chico. It's very unlikely anyone will say anything. 

It's true my deteriorating attitude has cost me a bonus this year (even if I got an apology and the promise of a bonus next year... yeah, whatever) but who cares, life is short.

2.35pm. I am home.

Otto barks from the inside of the door like a big, bad guard dog. I bark back at him from the outside, while I search for my wallet in my satchel, which has my key in it. Otto barks some more. Sam opens the front door before I find my key with a 'look' on his face. 

"Honey."

Now there is a great work day.