First Day at Work Blues

It's absolutely ridiculous.
It's 3.39 in the afternoon and I don't know what to do with myself.
Hur hur hur.
It's not as though he's out of the country.
He's just somewhere in the city
It's not as though we're a bunch of twenty year olds, still in the throes of infatuation.
We've called each other, like six times already.

"Are you having fun?"
"Nope", came the short reply.
"What do you have to do?"
"Oh, procedures, documents, contracts, same old, same old."
"Tak fun ke?"
"Well, you have to make yourself like it, I guess."
"Are you regretting it already?"
"Yes", he said (thankfully he laughed, to soften the blow)

At four thirty I shall be on a city bound train. I'm bad at waiting.

mokciknab muttered at 3:38 pm ~ ~