It's 7.33 am, and I'm alone in the office. The question is really not why I am alone, is why I am in the office in the first place at this ungodly hour. Well ... blame it on the public service, on my extreme ability to get ready for work in half an hour, and the loveliness of my country which allows me to drive to capital in 7 minutes.
Little tiny rock of an island ... I love you.
I have my files next to me, and ideally should be found working on them by my boss (scoring a point here and there always works to your advantage in the intricate labyrinth of the public service), but haven't checked the headlines yet, and I'm sure that something of extreme national importance has happened since last night ... like for example...erm ...hmmm...sprained finger of the Prime Minister?
Hmmmm colleagues are in, boss too, and he did NOT find me working on my files, but that's ok. He's a nice guy.
so ... to sum up what you know about me so far:
- I live on a tiny island
- I live 7 minutes away from the capital
- I work in the public service
and ... flash news ... my colleague's dog ate her pillow.
Good times!
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