After Hours...

What can be worse then being stuck at work after home time..? Being hungover, tired and aggy and still in the office. I'm still in. It's dark outside, but XFm and the mood lighting in here interrupts my anxiety of the dark windows surrounding me. So far two people have banged on my office door. For your information I work in a 'Goldfish Bowl' aptly named for its gaping windows. Feeling like I'm being exhibited like the sleeping David Beckham... talking of... in fact, let's not mention the football. My voice still aches from screeming at the non - repsonsive widescreen at our union bar. "Where are ya?", "Come on boys", and "the referee's a w**nker" spilling out of my obnoxious boysterous gob.. yet to no avail. evidently.

Anyway, I'm scared, exposed and somewhat dopey. And furthermore... Going home.