Friday, late afternoon, always has a special energy to it. There’s an air of anticipation hanging over the city, muggy and humid from mid-summer rain. Office workers nervously tug at their ties, waiting for the release of early evening drinks. Everyone has a tight spring coiled in their stomachs…
It’s been an interesting week at work. Someone exploded on Monday morning, or more specifically got themselves exploded in a manner befitting a Darwin Award.
I still battle against the apathy and stupidity of certain folk, while being pleasantly surprised by the humanity and intelligence of others.
Thought for the day: the world would be a better place if sex toys had a tech support hotline.