I keep dancing on my own

It's hard to be at work right now. It's hard to work with someone you'd prefer not to be in the same room as. It's even harder when it used to be someone you liked to spend a lot of time with, hang out with, have fun with. Don't get me wrong, I'm not pitying myself or anything - it's just not as much fun as it used to be. At least it's money, right? That's what I keep telling myself. At least it's money. And I only have to work four days this week. Well, four evenings really, but four none the less. And on the fifth day I get to go away, fly away to another place and I can spend days doing absolutely nothing except being with the one I love. That's what keep me going now. It's what keeps me from saying "fuck it - I'm going home". Only seven hours left today. I can do that.