Review You

It’s time again for my bi-monthly review. I don’t give a shit about them really, I know I’m doing an okay job and if there was anything untoward, or the opposite, to be revealed, I’d probably know about it already.
‘I’m going out for a fag, lovey,’ says Sharon, who’s reviewing me, ‘Back in a tic,’
‘No problems,’ I say, turning back to Gilly who is teaching me some other form of data inputting, or outputting, as is the case.
Gilly’s laughing because I’m 2 finger typing and making mistakes.
‘Fuck me,’ I say, ‘I’ll be here all fucking night.’