We've all been there, the last mountain, the last hurdle, the last big push before that long awaited week of sun, sea and vitamin D.
7am – Debating whether to call in sick because maaaybe they’ll just forget about it after you get back. Then remembering its actually only 7 days and they’ll more than likely remember.
8.30am – Justifying a Costa because you’re officially on the holiday windown – ffs, the pastries look good… NO, think about the bikini bod. “I’ll have the large caramel latte and croissant please… sorry, with chocolate sprinkles too.”
The 10am - ‘how has it only been 1 hour? I’m wasting away here.' feels.
Lunch break – texting your gals about how close it is! One of them can’t find their passport… there’s always one.
30 mins before finish – SO CLOSE – The out of office email has been saved in drafts for the last hour, but you need to just check it again just to look busy.
10 mins before finish - pretending you haven’t seen the email your boss just sent, someone else can pick that shit up now.
5pm - BYE BITCHES - everyone starts to wish you bon voyage but you were out of that office faster than they could say mojito!