I was getting myself ready to go home yesterday. It was close to 6pm. I had stayed back in the office till very late at night for the last couple of days, not really due to work, but waiting on my wife whose job is almost tantamount to slavery these days, and I was feeling very sleepy and tired. My reasons were failing me, and I wasn't even able to converse well. Words stumble out of my mouth rather than flowing fluently. And my already slanting eyes were squinting even more. Called the wife, and told her how I felt. We would go home first, and let me have a few minutes of sleep, then we'll come back to the office for her to continue work.
'Another 10 minutes dear? I'm just wrapping up here, and then we can go home', wifey said. Yeay... for the first time in a month, I might just be able to see the evening sun again.
And then 5 minutes later, the office phone rang. It was the boss.
'Izwan, can I see you in 5 minutes to discuss the board paper? There are certain things that I'd like to highlight from the draft you sent me this afternoon'.
Arggghhh....
And that's the 6 o'clock horror for you.
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