If work where to be more boring than it is at the moment, someone would make a law against it.
I think I look pretty bored, even my boss notice it.
“How’s things?” he goes around asking me.
“They’re ok” I mumble and continue looking into the screen (shouldn’t look so deep though ‘cause my eyes are beginning to hurt)
Yesterday was the day sweating became a fulltime job. When You walked outside it was as if You walked into a wall of heat.
And vacation is sooooo far away. Save me, save me, save me.
There should be a law against working in the summertime. Close down the planet.
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