the birding frock

i’m fairly certain that this day will be the longest recorded by man. if not by man, than endured by me. i’m dying here.

i’ve been watching the second indicator on my screen flicker on and off since 8.30am and i’m in a sort of stunned disbelief that after what feels like an eternity - it’s only 10.46am. i am shockingly bored. and obviously, for being at work, this is not good. i am itching to get out of here, thinking of any and all plausible excuses to get my arse out of this seat, but i know it’s no good.

i don’t want this job, but i still need this job. oh, this is so grim. bake a shiv-laced cake, i gotta get out of here…