God I **** hate my job! Just over six months ago I gave up an offshore job so I could take a shitty office job. So, instead of being out getting pissed with my mates I was in bed at 10 just so that I could get up at 6 so that I could come into this shithole.
And now, I’m supposed to be happy because it’s **** Friday and it’s soon going to be the weekend. Big **** deal! Two days off so you’ve got the choice between going out and getting pissed or staying sober and going biking or climbing. Six months ago I could go out biking as much as I wanted AND get pissed whenever I wanted.
So true. Then again, we’ve all done worse. And if it makes you feel any better (not sure that it can, a bottle of Baileys would leave me ill for days), at midnight I was doing exciting stuff like putting bins out, washing up, and being generally suburban, so that I could get up at 0500 and do the whole thing again.
Frankly, I’d rather have been drinking, and damn the hangover.