Echo… Echo… Echo…

This place really empties out quicky on Fridays. Yet I am still here. I’m here not because I have massive amounts of work to get done before I leave for the weekend, but because I just don’t want to go. The regular work week here contains 37.5 hours instead of the usual 40, which I guess is just another justification for lower salaries. In any case, today has just been an empty day.

4 thoughts on “Echo… Echo… Echo…”

  1. So you’ll help my number 3 become a truth eh? Intriguing. And I know the feeling about not leaving work, I’ve actually taken mine home with me because I wanted to.

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  2. I didn’t want to leave because the amount I get paid changes with the amount of hours I work (overtime is good). It’s not that I love what I’m doing.

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  3. I don’t have a website. Or an email account for that matter cos those tight bastards at MSN closed my account. I work 8 to 5 in an office of a timber merchant in what happens to be one of the least affordable areas in the country (High Wycombe, Bucks) and if i’m having to work later cos I get paid a monthly salary, put it this way, I have never seen any overtime and I slog it out for them. Doesn’t it make you want to punch someone!?

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