Your alarm clock starts to shout when it feels like you’ve only slept for 30 minutes
Then you go back to sleep
Only to realise that work starts today
You start to wonder, what is this life?
People using pounds sterling as tissue, do they have two heads?
You consider calling in sick
Then you remember you’ve used all your leave this year
So you struggle to face the office
You get there and they have one long meeting
Your boss asks if you’re happy to be back at work
Your inbox is a hot mess
Where does one start sef?
You start to wish you had slept more instead of turning up all over town
By 1 p.m. you just want to resign and become a singer
But you can’t because you don’t have talent
So you kuku face your work
And start counting the hours till closing time
You rush home and swear you’re not going back to work tomorrow
But you know it’s not true
Because this adulting is not a joke