According to a mean rumor among my friends, I work only every other day or so. That is, of course, not true. Like your average 9 to 5 (30) white-collar worker, my work is at times calm and at times hectic. I don’t control it, It’s god’s will!
Anyway, today at 11 o’ clock, after we celebrated a colleague’s birthday and I got back to my desk all sugar-rushed (there were two cakes), I’ve decided to give all of my big-mouthed friends a piece of my mind: So let’s be clear, I do work. During my office hours I could get very busy. Ooh! This week’s L’Express Style is here! Where was I? Oh, and just so you know, getting up every day at 7:30 is not a piece of cake. Take today for example, my alarm didn’t go off… I woke up at 8:45, had to skip my morning shower and still got to my desk 45 minutes late. Can you imagine how ashamed I was?! It’s not like my boss got angry at me or anything, but I missed the morning meeting! I’ll be right back, time for lunch.
Around here, I have a very distinct role. I read the news online, I twitte some stuff, we watch round-the-clock news, I e-mail, I phone people. Occasionally I would drift off to a short visit on facebook, but just to clear my head, you know… Damn! I’m all out of good pens. Note to self: get a new box. And my opinion matters too! My boss (hi Boss! he reads my posts… Please don’t fire me!) consults me on work stuff. Now, where did my Paris-Match go? And so what if I get home around six while Mr. Issues stays at work till 10 pm? It’s not my fault slavery still exists in other work places. Besides, he gets to sleep more in the mornings… So to all of my dear friends, let’s just call it even so I could get on with my day and get to my coffee break.
Dolly said it first!
