It was done. I mashed the export button then slumped over my office desk glad I was finally free from this hell. “Fucking finally!” I groaned and from the opposite side of the desk I heard a giggle. “I guess that’s us then.” I pushed myself up and looked over my monitor at my co-worker Karen. It was eleven fucking PM on Christmas Eve yet she looked as fresh as a daisy in her tidy white blouse while I looked like a half-Ja...