My Day In The Office

It's my day in the office, and you know how much I love that.

I'd finished my breakfast and was just starting to get my shit together and it started to rain. I have to spend, what I condsider, a pointless day in the office, and now I have to make my way there in the rain. Oh, yes, I am very happy about that.

Momentarily, I consider working from home because of the rain, I don't know? Should I?

However, the rain stopped almost as quickly as it started and I suddenly just appear to be a whinger. Haha.

I’m in the office at 6:30am.

The Midget comes to tell me that Boris is sick and won’t be working. Then Boris messages me to say she won’t working like she is rubbing it in. Grrrr!

The yappy American chick starts up as soon as she gets in. I can hear her even with both our office doors closed. Every sentence she utters ends up being semi hysterical by the end of it.

She never shuts up with her annoying American accent.

She banged on today about wanting to know what her mother was thinking when she gave birth to her.

Then she banged on about whether or not her father had the latest iPhone in heaven

Gibberish. I reckon she must just like the sound of her own voice. Truely.

The sun shone outside. Gazing out the window 30 floors up.

1:30pm. I reckon I’m finished for the day. I just have to wait until 3pm now. I’m listening to Joan Armatrading on my headphones. Her jazz album.

I left at 2.25pm. I thought fuck it. Boris was away sick. The Big Poo is still on leave. Just The Midget, and when she disappeared into a meeting, I grab my bag and was out the door as quick as…

It was colder outside than I anticipated, that was kind of unexpected.