Working late doo dee doo

For the second time this week I seem to be at the office long past home time and well into dinner time. and oddly I feel a weird sort of freedom in saying at the office working outside of business hours.

Granted I did actually only arrive at work at 9am this morning and so working at least an hour later than everyone else is acceptable.

The reason why I am still here is a Report.. wait it is always the reports that keep me here. This time it is that this report is almost entirely my responsibility and i promised I would have the first half completed by Wednesday evening.

Today is Tuesday right? I still have a day right?

So I am about 75% of the way through this report and I really really want to do this thing properly. It's like an opportunity to prove my work to all the busy people.

Anyway I can tell winter is moving right along and getting closer because my cuticles have started splitting (and all the men go "Cuticles? what's that?") anyway I slapped on a plaster onto the offending index finger and now I am typing nine fingered style. Hence the odd typos when my bandaged index finger gets a little trigger happy.

So the story of the week is that Mr Thursday has gone away on a road trip down to his home town and so for a week I get the freedom to seek entertainment outside of work all by myself. I don't have to check with anyone! and yet I work late.... hmmm...

And so I will continue my battle with my teh's and will hopefully be able to pop off home wards at the end of the section.

And perhaps commence with a Phuza Thursday and a show. Such freedom! wine in a cup and a movie on my PC... now we're really feeling alive!! but in the meanwhile...

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