Not literally (obviously). Last Friday I met up with J, one of my drinking partners from when I worked in the City. She's doing quite well for herself, temping her way around the financial houses of London. She's building up her money for a year or so of traveling which commences next year. It was really good to see her and I knew a serious drinking and bitching session was on the cards. Specialised subjects that night ranged from 'Men - Are they really all bastards?', 'Office gossip - Moles within the company that made us both redundant' and 'Cocktail Drinking for Dummies'.
At some point we went to a bar in Moorgate, which will remain nameless for reasons I'll explain further on. It being Halloween, the place was decked out in cobwebs and spiders and the like. We drank and danced and chatted, just like old times. The 60's Austin Powers music was getting on my wick after a while though so we moved on to another club. It was whilst getting my jacket that I spotted Samantha.
Samantha is a rubber cat. Standing about 7 inches high, she's jet black with glowing green eyes and looks kinda weird on account of the fact that they are pointing in radically different directions. J fell in love with the cat and the cat obviously fell in love with her as when I picked up the coats from the counter, Samantha jumped inside mine and came along with us.
I think she enjoyed the rest of the evening, as she was the talk of many bars and clubs, and cats love attention. J decided to adopt Samantha and took her home to her flat. Even on the way there Samantha was drawing the eyes of the passer by. Apparently, one man stopped J as she alighted from her train to enquire whether her pussy was real. That's Essex men for you.
Work Hard, Champagne Good
The company I work for celebrated a landmark anniversary this week so the management threw a Birthday Bash at a local pub. The bubbly flowed freely and I got to meet some folk from around the office I'd never seen before. Even the gay one from IT was there, but he really wasn't my type. Another door closes!
I discovered how informal the company is. It would seem that, as long as the work is getting done, they really don't mind you having fun. At least, judging by the tales my manager was telling me, that's the idea. During the evening, Managers and Directors and Customer Service Gimps, like myself, were all mixing together and having a laugh. It was a welcome change from the last few places I have worked. Can't wait for the Christmas do.
Work itself is really quite tough at the moment as we have big supply chain glitches that mean some of our most popular products aren't available. Coupled with staff shortages due to illness and the end of year looming on the horizon, the pressure is really on. That's why I've been pretty silent recently, all I do when I come in at the end of the day is eat, watch an hour or two of TV and then collapse on my bed.
Daylight Saving Crime
Whose clever idea was it to come up with a system by which, when the UK puts their clocks back an hour, Australia put theirs forward!? I'm now in a time zone 11 hours different to my friendly Australian guy, so I never get to chat to him. Boo! :o(
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