The last five minutes at work

I hate those last five minutes..
Without the cigarettes, I don't even know what to do with myself when I am waiting for the bus.
I end up waiting until I can't wait anymore and than I have overtime.
But it's better than smoking.
I'm just sure that people are getting sick of me ALWAYS leaving early on Fridays. =S
Maybe I should just plan to come in late one day and then I have something to shoot for (to make up the time?)
Except I tend to over due it. I'm crazy like that.
Instead I sit here and wait to get off from work so that I can wait for the bus.
And those five minutes aren't really enough to get anything finished. Just to start something and then not be able to finish it.

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