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When I'm working days, I walk around purposefully, clutching a stack of random paperwork. I occasionally stop to chat to someone, or for a cigarette, then I'm off again on my seemilngly urgent mission until I find someone else to talk to or another empty smoking area.
On nights, however, I post here, listen to Radio 4, drink coffee, smoke ciggies and watch DVDs in the office next door where a spangly new PC has been installed. I'm second in command during the night shifts and the main manager tends to come nowhere near me, so there's absolutely noone to be wary of.
Right, I'm just about to go put a pizza in the oven; I'll go for a ciggy while it cooks, then return to my office to snaffle it down whilst flicking through 'lith posts. All this hard work is shagging me out... |
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