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A local girl is battling a serious case of head noise this morning, as she fronts up to the first day of the working year with little will to live.
Sitting back at her office desk for the first time in three weeks, The Advocate can confirm the dream is all but over for local sales manager Lucie Hemsworth, who’s had a pretty good summer holiday which included a better than average Christmas, a surprise hot summer romance and a pretty hectic New Years Eve at “Into The Woods”, an off-the-grid rave festival in the Byron hinterland.
Blowing the dust off her keyboard and adjusting her trusty second screen monitor, Lucie looked over her desk to discover the remains of her secret Santa present, a box of melted Ferrero rochers which clearly didn’t last the sauna-like conditions in her office whilst she was away.
Giving her monitor a hefty jiggle in an attempt to spark some life into the screen, Lucie’s morning was made even worse when she spotted a large chunk of glitter on her carpet, a reminder of the pretty cooked New Year she enjoyed only a few nights ago.
“Fuck this…” Lucie whispered under her breath, as she looked around for an industrial strength vacuum cleaner.
“I just can’t be bothered.”
Looking out across her office window to see the glimmering light of mainly empty offices in downtown Betoota, Lucie began to wonder why she was even bothering to log on today, knowing full well her clients and bosses most likely took the rest of January off to tend to their bratty children.
Staring around the pods of desks only half full of colleagues, Lucie was inspired to look to the future and start planning her next decent break.
Firing up the same group chat that only last night was calculating what everyone owes everyone else for food, fuel and recreationals, Lucie kick started plans for another long weekend on the bend.
“Work sucks, who’s keen to get festy over Easter?”, she shot off into the chat.
More to come.
A local girl is battling a serious case of head noise this morning, as she fronts up to the first day of the working year with little will to live.
Sitting back at her office desk for the first time in three weeks, The Advocate can confirm the dream is all but over for local sales manager Lucie Hemsworth, who’s had a pretty good summer holiday which included a better than average Christmas, a surprise hot summer romance and a pretty hectic New Years Eve at “Into The Woods”, an off-the-grid rave festival in the Byron hinterland.
Blowing the dust off her keyboard and adjusting her trusty second screen monitor, Lucie looked over her desk to discover the remains of her secret Santa present, a box of melted Ferrero rochers which clearly didn’t last the sauna-like conditions in her office whilst she was away.
Giving her monitor a hefty jiggle in an attempt to spark some life into the screen, Lucie’s morning was made even worse when she spotted a large chunk of glitter on her carpet, a reminder of the pretty cooked New Year she enjoyed only a few nights ago.
“Fuck this…” Lucie whispered under her breath, as she looked around for an industrial strength vacuum cleaner.
“I just can’t be bothered.”
Looking out across her office window to see the glimmering light of mainly empty offices in downtown Betoota, Lucie began to wonder why she was even bothering to log on today, knowing full well her clients and bosses most likely took the rest of January off to tend to their bratty children.
Staring around the pods of desks only half full of colleagues, Lucie was inspired to look to the future and start planning her next decent break.
Firing up the same group chat that only last night was calculating what everyone owes everyone else for food, fuel and recreationals, Lucie kick started plans for another long weekend on the bend.
“Work sucks, who’s keen to get festy over Easter?”, she shot off into the chat.
More to come.
