He sat in the ten metre
by ten metre space of office C and worked quietly.
He counted the pennies
and the pounds all day, trying to balance the sheet and he was
reaching boiling point.
Where was his reward?
Where was his letter from the Queen?
Like Dolly he would
work from nine to five. Scores were kept by his boss, Mr Benjamin.
It would never end, not
for this operator.
The job wasn't perfect.
It wasn't even semi-perfect, but it kept him in the lifestyle which
he thought he deserved and due to this he counted his blessings.
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