Tuesday at work

Tuesday, the most pointless day of the week. Not yet midweek and too near monday to feel like you've made headway.
Plans to finish watching Game Of Thrones were scuppered. I had a friend call, which was still good be wise we played Modern Warfare 3 online.
It was 11pm when I squeezed in listening to a friend present a different show on jam-radio than normal. Then sleep was a must. The two hot water bottles I bought at the weekend stood in for the lack of a partner in warming my bed up (I mean for the heat, I didn't have sex with them), and they were still hot this morning when I got up for work.

I struggled with my machine trying to print a single colour job. In the end a workmate did it on his machine. Even after twenty us years doing this job I still get tricky jobs. The difference is that nowadays I stop and try to do it better whereas before I just let it run.
As much as I'm happy at work, the concept is still strange to me. My workmates and I have spent years together for hours on end. Where they sometimes describe us all as 'friends', I do not.
Do they not appreciate that I get paid handsomely for being in their company and if I didn't, then I simply wouldn't. It's not like I go round their houses at the weekend, buy them Xmas presents or would urinate on them if they were indeed, engulfed in flames.