Wednesday, 1 August 2007

74: clocking in

It is the morning. I am on another ‘early shift’.

I get out of bed at 4:15am.

I get to work by 5:45am.

I stand in front of the clocking-in machine, trying to remember my clocking-in number. (It is the number I punch in every time I start work, go for a break, come back from a break, go home, etc.)

I cannot remember my clocking in number.

I stand in front of the clocking-in machine, trying to remember my clocking in number, until 8:45 when The Turtle comes and finds me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This reminds me of that suicide club I heard about. It's real by the way. People just all get together and kill themselves.
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