work work work sleeeeeeeeep

This week at work was tough. Most days I only managed half hour lunches which is a chuffing outrage. Friday was good though. I think Friday's are crucial as a window on the weekend.

A way of acclimatising to what should be a relaxing time (except for those perverse individuals who insist on windsurfing or riding about on mountain bikes or - jesus christ - going to the gym).

So, this Friday, following an excellent one hour down the pub with Greg and Sam from accounts; in which we drank three pints, had a pizza and discussed the secretaries and which ones would let you do what to them, I was "forced" to go to the records room to look for a slippery little policy file that some fool wanted in the Glasgow office.

One thing led to another and before i knew it I had slept for two hours on the piles of boxes down there, waking up just in time to wander back to the office at 5:00pm when everyone was leaving! Advantage Alan I say. AND I forgot the policy.

Swallow that corporate Britain. Swallow fucking that.


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