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It is one thing to turn up to a full day of work in a job that means nothing but paying the rent.
It is another thing entirely to turn up to said dayjob with a raging hangover and very little sleep. Something I seem to be doing a lot of these days even though I only work a five day fortnight.
Being hungover in a dayjob is very different to a hangover in general. The difference can be likened to someone gently poking you with a screwdriver and someone getting a screwdriver and ramming it into your ear. There is no respite from the harsh fluourescent overhead lights, the inane conversation, constant white noise, the glaring lack of a comfortable couch and daytime television and there are only so many times you can go downstairs for coffee before people start to notice.
It would be better for everyone if I just went home and started from scratch tomorrow. I've been sitting here watching time creep slooooowly forward since 9am and have done no significant work apart from printing out emails for the people I work for as they are physically unable to print themselves - their fingers might explode if they did something even vaguely hinting of manual labour.
And yes, I am now 30. And still glad to be nursing hangovers instead of babies.
It is another thing entirely to turn up to said dayjob with a raging hangover and very little sleep. Something I seem to be doing a lot of these days even though I only work a five day fortnight.
Being hungover in a dayjob is very different to a hangover in general. The difference can be likened to someone gently poking you with a screwdriver and someone getting a screwdriver and ramming it into your ear. There is no respite from the harsh fluourescent overhead lights, the inane conversation, constant white noise, the glaring lack of a comfortable couch and daytime television and there are only so many times you can go downstairs for coffee before people start to notice.
It would be better for everyone if I just went home and started from scratch tomorrow. I've been sitting here watching time creep slooooowly forward since 9am and have done no significant work apart from printing out emails for the people I work for as they are physically unable to print themselves - their fingers might explode if they did something even vaguely hinting of manual labour.
And yes, I am now 30. And still glad to be nursing hangovers instead of babies.
posted by belle de dayjob at 2:58 am
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