the neon lights are doing my head in
i cant sit up straight in this goddam chair much longer
the inane chatter from outside my office door drones on and on
the 3 oclock deadline for the plans is looming
the phone rings almost predictably every 14 minutes
no, dammit I dont have time to discuss the offer from Buttplex
yes, i know the aoc wants to see me about tuesdays meeting
how many limbs do these people think i have
this desk really needs clearing up
but thats never been my strong point
another cup of coffee
i dont even like the taste
another banal conversation with clevertrever by the machine
no, i didnt see the match on saturday morning
yes im sure rigomortus songbong was stellar
smiles at the various faces as i stroll past the cubicles
thank fuck i dont work in accounting
pack of boring miserablists
and poor flighty flirty sandrine
what kind of life is that?
answering a million calls a day and smiling at the schleppers that poor out of the lifts
asking them to take a seat while she pages norbert/slinky/anvil to come out to meet them
still, shes not that bright so perhaps thats all she needs
another joke about mondays would cause me to smack her tho
whats for lunch today then?
dodgy chinese/mcschifo/fake portugese/fatty arseface tm burgers ?
or is it really worth coughing up the extra to escape the filth and depression of the food court and going for the all lavatory vegetable puree steak from oriental fukkywukky bar?
one of these days i will get my shit together and bring lunch to work
and save loads of money
not today though coz sparkymarky wants to go for a pint at the Horses arse
thatll make 3pm tricky...
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