Guilty as hell

In spite of a thorough flemish-roots-linked-catholic-work-ethics education, right now, I'm not working. Systems crashing, hierarchical dysfunctionalities, weekend fever, management reorgs, water-soaked PC's,... you name it. I'm not going to do anything at all the following hours. Fuck it. And, yes, they will pay me for it.
I'll read the newspaper, make a few phonecalls, say bonjour et comment ça va et oui tout va bien to my colleagues and that's it. Maybe I'll stare out of the window for a couple of hours. (I can see all of Brussels from my desk - it takes a while before you love this city - and sometimes it becomes even a breathtaking beautiful sight)

I'm feeling so useless.

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