The morning after the night before

The morning after the night before i don’t hear the alarm click on and wake with a start twenty minutes later which means i have to rise swiftly and dress quickly before leaving the house with toast in hand running in order to catch the bus to the city where the office i work in is based since the expansion of the firm and subsequent move from my sleepy home town which adds an hour’s journey to each end of my long day of labour and leads to an increased number of pub and club visits explaining my heavy head this morning which is more than inconvenient given that my diary is full to the brim of meetings with no more than a fifteen minute break for lunch which i must remember to buy before i enter the building or my stomach will noisily rumble throughout the three timetabled encounters in my schedule this afternoon just to add to the nervousness i’m feeling since my recent advancement which don’t get me wrong i’m loving especially because it was a surprise at this early stage in my legal career but to keep up and impress those that promoted me in the expectation that i will deliver above and beyond means I spend all day literally on the run having to think at least two conversations ahead so thank goodness for the strong coffee that keeps me going and the personal assistant that comes with my new pay grade who is wonderfully efficient and proving to be a real friend in a high pressured working world where most of the time i feel as if the sharks are circling and the dogs nipping at my heals to mix a metaphor or two for after all it was my love of words and of argument that led me to a job that’s mentally taxing and time consuming to the extent that apart from a drink or three with colleagues and an ever changing group of over-tired medical staff from the nearby hospital a few evenings a week and the occasional morning run I find it difficult to find the time to switch off or relax and seem to never ever come to a full stop despite