Working For, "The Man..,"

7:30am - there goes that alarm on the old handheld... 10mins later, actually muster strength t get up. 8:01am - shivering as we step into the delayed stock transportation/train. Packed like sardines in a can... gloom and doom, little humanity outside of affected apologies when we accidentally tread on each other's uniform black boots... "Suited and booted.." Buffeted about at the whim of the tube driver, standardised apologies for the constant delays to service occassionally crack the silence. 9:oopm - Arrive in Mr Man's grand building...

damn, is it 5:00pm..!?!?? Emerge from the time warp feeling variuosly drained and traumatised... What were they doing to me..? Where did 1/3rd of my day go... Well, better dash, I'll try remember on the way home. 5:30pm - Thameslink Station... Delays... Vague memories of photocopiers and computer screens displaying imaginary figures... 6:oopm - Blackfrairs Station... Signal Failure. Nasty tempers and pushy middle aged ladies in questionable high heels. 6:30pm - London Bridge, sitting in the train back down South, waiting for it to move... "Free," media glued before the eyes of my "fellow," travellers.

7:00pm - Ah, what shall I eat to replenish what Mr Man has taken..? Has he left me enough energy and inpiration to re-create in the 2 hours that are mine from.., 8:00pm - No, let him show me what he has to entertain me... TV, personal emails I couldnt reply while I was at "work," for him... Fuck!!! Its 10:00pm I must get myself to sleep! I know I'm tired but it seems he's taken away my will to sleep. Maybe a quick wank..?!? Let me see what's on his "internet"...