After Hours

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

I had to work LATE tonight! 

The impudence! The audacity! The unmitigated GALL!

I haven't worked late for ages. At Scottish Govt, everyone effed off at 4pm sharp. I may have stayed as late as 6pm once or twice and people looked at me like I was a hero.

But of course, I often had to work late at Tesco's. I mean, there just weren't enough hours in the day to do all my work.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!

I knew I couldn't say that with a straight face.

So I had to stay late tonight because a nerd came in to do nerd things. He was from an outside company so I had to babysit him and escort him to the toilet and make sure he didn't steal stationary or do anything rude to the stationary or anything. So I just sat about while he nerded it up for 3 hours. He was also a vibrator. 

Stop that.

You know what I mean. Once of those people who twitch their leg the whole time. It was like he had a live salmon in his pant leg. Maybe he did. I didn't like to ask.

Mind you, it's not like it was REALLY late. I remember as a programmer sometimes being at the office until the early hours. After Slack did away with overtime & flex time they used to really take the p*ss and make me work late all the effing time. It was rubbish.

Tonight it was only until SEVEN IN THE EVENING. Back in the day, I wouldn't even have considered that particularly late.

But I'm still going to charge them for it. For eff's sake man, I don't come cheap.

S.