Call Me The Chairman

I have just finished my first night at work, doing some data entry on the night shift. After spending some time tapping in a series of numbers into the computer, my buttocks began to meld into the chair. In time, we shall merge fully, my spin running into the chair, and we shall form a symbiotic entity, known as The Chairman, who shall live in the office and be deposited under the table when he needs to sleep, and be fed with instant coffee for breakfast.

Actually, I'm thinking of quitting. I may be offered another night shift typing position tomorrow.

UPDATE - I got fired! Easy come, easy go.