'Sundial' by Vincent Heselwood

If you repeat things over and over I guess they get stuck in your head. I even dream about work. Mr Mcclusky screaming at me, calling me an idiot again. I relive that day when he threw his mug at me over and over again. 'Hello Pristine Paper this is Neville speaking, welcome to my dream' I should say. I have a boring job and I dream about work. How boring.