Walking out your work a few minutes after 12 when your colleagues still have a good four or five hours of toil at the coalface. "See ye laters, I'm on a Colonel Gadaffi!" you trill whilst skipping out the door.
"Bastard!" they say, as escape just in time to avoid the pens, elastic bands and staplers which hit the back of the door.
It's even better when it is followed by a long weekend with both Friday and Monday off.
Yes, no work til Tuesday for me, and I'm going to enjoy it. Apart from maybe Saturday afternoon, but more on that later...
1 comment:
Get in, son.
Ja mind thon Friday night C4 arts/cabaret tellybox prog called Halfway To Paradise wi the big Weegie boy? Twas right guid.
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