One daze at a time...

By Raheny_Eye

Escape from the Repair Factory

There was a strange light at 6.35pm in the Repair Factory. The strangest thing about it was that there should be light at all, at the end of another day of drizzly misty poxitude.

And another strange thing was the fact that I, a civil servant, shall still be in my place of work past the flexitime accrual limit. The civil servant doing free overtime, it's a bit like the Cavan publican offering a free round of drinks on the house, it's been sometimes heard of but never witnessed.
Well, there you have it. You've seen it here first!
And the vintage brown carpet and off cream walls are the proof that hard-earned public money is spent entirely on cutting-edge medical equipment, rather than fancy interior designers and steel and glass office space.

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