There you are, at the job you were once so proud to call yours, bored out of your tiny little brain, watching cat videos on YouTube and continually checking your phone to see if 5 o’clock – that precious hour when your life once again becomes yours – is any closer to crawling into reality.
A millennia later, the magic hour arrives and you make your way home (probably in eye-pokingly terrible traffic), scanning your frankly uninteresting Facebook feed and dreaming about the packet of salt and vinegar chips you’re going to inhale as soon as you step in the door.
Half an hour later and you’re all but surgically attached to the couch, that crisp packet long since followed by the remains of last night’s Chinese takeaway. You entertain yourself by channel surfing and aimlessly wonder if this afternoon might just be the one where you pick…
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