Ho (and indeed) Hum

Location: Work
Time started: 7AM
Time now: 9.45AM

Picture the scene.

The pleasant orangey/reddish hue to the sky as the sun rises and spreads it’s welcoming glow over another cold morning and in through the window onto your desk.
The soft whirring of your laptop as it cools down from the serious workout you’ve just given it.
The steam rising gently from your second cup of tea and wafting it’s sweet smell round your desk.
The warm glow of satisfaction that comes from knowing that you’re just about finished compiling “that” report.
The feeling of pure unbridled rage coming from deep within your stomach as you struggle not to tell bloody Cabbage Patch Face* on the other side of the room to “shut the hell up!”

Yes. Another day where madam waltzes in and fails to be able to talk in anything less than an annoyingly loud whine.
Another day where she sits telling all and sundry the latest drama in her life for 25 minutes before even attempting to log in to her PC.
Another day when her supervisor rocks up at 9.40 and thinks that her team have been working hard since 8AM.
Another day where I close my eyes, count to ten, and say Ho, and indeed, Hum

*Name changed to protect the victim innocent