I’ve never been this annoyed to watch the clock hits that number 5. Work is over. Tasks are done. Supposed to be a fun time. But today it only means some disturbing event is about to happen. Today it will just about being excluded and not-trusted.
Of course I could change it (maybe to worse) by doing what George did one time at his new office: just show up. But how uncool is that. Oh damn, why George now even appears on my post.
Ah so now it’s twenty nine past five. Disturbance is on-going and I’m sitting here cursing.