So I get to work this morning, unshaven, unkempt and 25 minutes late, and as I come around the corner, I run into my boss. He just smiles, squints a little, looking into the sun and says “On a day like today mate, I would’ve just kept riding”. Then he looks off into space semi-contemplatively, and goes over to unlock the server room. So I waddle in to my desk, kick my PC over and begin to unwrap my breakfast from its sealed-for-my-protection foil packaging.
The place isn’t all bad.