end of the day
It’s been an utter nightmare of a day at work – doing two people’s jobs in a roasting hot room. Hay fever’s killing me. Nobody to talk to.
8 hours of editing graphics and pasting text and I’m just about to snap.
Then a pretty lady gives me a big bottle of Malibu and says ‘happy birthday’. And I remember it’s Friday.
And it’s not that bad after all.