is this a bloody waste or what?

The buzzer on the mobile rings at seven sharp, a blind hand swiftly turns that annoying sound right off, the Sun shines back at a lazy and eager to slip back into bed yawn (no particular reason to feel this tired – no reason other than old age, that is), a comprehensive shave, step into the shower basin, all done and ready in fifteen minutes - oh, yes, the tie… bloody nuisance… no point on rushing through traffic, as it only seems to get worse as one grows anxious, at the office, the decade old routine starts over again, greeting all the staff with a handshake, browsing through the mailbox, a quick short answer on the basic issues, a longer and more thoughtful moment to decide upon the harder matters and, by the way, what was yesterday’s turnover?, lunch hour arrives in no-time at all, back at the desk for more of those hard thought decisions that hopefully will allow to earn an extra euro, don’t hurry to commute back home, avoid sitting behind the wheel for too long, get in the kitchen, have a look in the freezer, switch on the telly where there’s nothing on, fall asleep and go back to the top.