9 to 5 my arse
9 to 5 my arse
I was recently talking to a bartender friend of mine after work, who was in a bit of a bad mood after a particularly shit night. It was about 4am, and he felt dejected at the prospect of having to do it all over again the next day.
‘I guess at least you’re not in until 5pm,’ I said, perhaps with too little empathy. ‘You can have a good lie-in!’
I was trying to look on the bright side, but…
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