Yawn

Last night was office drinks night. One of the journalists is leaving at the end of the week, and the plan was to see him off in style. Or so I thought. Less than half of the staff went, something which sums up my workplace eloquently. Nevertheless, I went, got drunk and talked shit. It is a shame that said journalist is leaving, as he seemed to be one of the few people in the company with anything interesting to say. I didn't think it possible, but I now have to accept that this place will be even quieter. Thank the lord for personal stereos. The future is grim, the future is silence.
Oh well, live your life outside of work!