Friday, July 15, 2005

Friday Jealousy

An unfortunate aspect of being a greased cog in the bureaucratic engine is that sometimes we have to send out hundreds of letters, and we lack a robotic envelope-stuffer or work experience drone to do it for us. However, I've hit upon the cunning plan of taking all the envelopes and letters down to the pub, and doing the operation with pint in hand. Please do not tell my boss.


  1. After laughing at you being 2 hours late last week, I turned up two hours late myself today. I forgot to put my alarm on last night. It's very embarrassing!

  2. Ha - don't laugh at me or you'll get your comeuppance, I think that's the lesson there. Ha!