9am to 8pm

These days, to make myself feel better, I start to tell myself that my working hours are from 9am to 8pm.

I've been doing so much overtime that I've forgotten how it is like to leave while the sky is still lit. But luckily I start work at 9am, I still get to enjoy a bit of harm that comes in the form of ultraviolet rays from the morning sun.

So now, as I am typing this, it is actually 3pm and I am slacking because there is nothing to do. But I know by around 5, work will appear miraciously on my workstation, demanding immediate attention. More often than not, it will be required by 8am the next morning.

The people in my office enjoy doing overtime so much that they only seem to come to life by 5pm. Any earlier than that the whole office is just a vacuum of dead air. I usually spend my whole morning msn-ing and pretending to be working.

It is tedious, pretending to be working when you have, in fact, nothing to do at all. I cant just sit around surfing net or msn-ing the whole morning, unlike my colleagues.

Note:
I eventually left office at 7.30. Actually I could have left at 6pm sharp when the other two designers are not around, but I foolishly didnt.

I even had to lie that I am meeting a friend for coffee before I can leave. Sigh, how pathetic. What's wrong with this company? Does the words 'family' and 'home' ring any bells?