A man laments his job, the meaninglessness of it as he waits for quitting time so he can meet his friends afterward for drinks. But, on this day, he stands up to his boss and likely will lose his job but he's okay with that as soon as the post-work day alcohol kicks in.
Interestingly, this story takes a sad and revealing twist toward the end when the man's mood spirals downward as he watches those around him who are truly carefree. He notices women and he notices them not noticing him. He can't handle it and ultimately, he goes home and takes out the frustration on his son.
The ending of this story is brutal. I'm quite impressed by this James Joyce find. I was not disappointed.