Fuck. The alarm clock didn’t go off and you wake up too late and you say fuck. You miss the bus and say fuck. Once in the office, you burn your tongue on the coffee and say fuck. You nod to the new auditor and to express power you caress your beard. Fuck it’s disgusting – you feel a piece of marmalade that´s been there since breakfast. Work is slow. At lunch, the seat next to your boss is the only one free and you hear yourself silently say fuck. It’s time to get back to work but the elevator that takes you up to your floor is full. Fuck it. When the clock strikes three, the afternoon hits you like a sledge hammer straight in the head and the only thing you can say is a mute f-ck. Your thoughts are spinning and you send a text to a friend.
Suddenly, time starts to pick up again, and at five, you stretch, get up on your feet and fuck, it´s finally time to pack up for the day. You grab your jacket and your lady friend picks you up outside. You drive for all that the old car is worth and you arrive at rock climbing park just in time. The view from the top is abso-fucking-lutely amazing. While dinner is cooking on your new portable Primus stove you enjoy the view. It’s just an ordinary Monday. With a smile she says it before you: Fuuuck.