This is what my poor colleagues heard from me today: twelve hours until my holiday; ten hours, forty-eight minutes to go; Everyone, nine hours exactly; oh my god, serious? four priority one accidents on the freeway at the same time?; Hey Bob, I have seven hours and four minutes to go until my holiday, how are you?; six hours to go, six hours to go, hi-ho the merrrrryyyy-o; What's this shit? (only kidding); four hours, twelve minutes, fifty-six, no fifty-five, no fifty four ... the seconds won't stop. Obnoxious. I am sorry. But aaaahhhhhhhhhhh, aaahhhahhahhhhh, oh my goodness, joy. I am on holidays. Sorry B——.
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