find things to do for there is practically nothing to do at work apart from clocking in. Finish the prints for the professor, do the prints that the colleague wanted, and print out the fake postage stamps for the man playing in the punk rock band. At fifty five his deafness probably an advantage.
And that is it.
Upstairs again edit photographs for that blog thing that they think they can tell me that they need. But all they want to do is to keep the man occupied so that stupid things don't happen because of boredom.
All done, all finished
What a sad way to kill four hours, four hours that will not come again.
Leave the building, go down the stairs by the swinging pendulum, clock out.
And in the car, realise that the glasses are in the office on the table.
Driving without glasses is a bad idea, so go back in.
More time wasting.
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