 It's
5.30 pm. Have you just downed a glass of wine in 2 gulps? |
 Are
you beginning to feel relaxed enough to consider telling your
supervisor that she 'really isn't as uptight' as people make
out? |
 Are
the boys from the post room your new best friends, even though
all they have done all year is lose your parcels and look
at your arse? |
 Are
you staring, in horror, at the 16-year old work experience
boy, whose face appears to be made out of sick? |
| Have
you just hauled the 16-year-old work experience boy onto your
lap? |
| Has
your attempt to snog the 16-year-old work experience boy been
rejected because you are 'too old?' |
| Are
you crying? |
| Have
you just spotted the lads from the post room drawing up a
sweepstake with your name at the top? |
| Are
the receptionist and the PAs laughing and pointing in your
direction? |
| Are
you on the floor of the gents having a little sleep? |
| Is
that horrible girl from the accounts department trying to
coax you out? |
| Are
you dancing with the smelly, muttering late-night security
man to 'Save Your Love' by Renee and Renata? |
| Has
your right tit just popped out of your dress? |
| Did
you notice? |
| Are
you in a taxi? How did you get there? Do you remember? Why
is the taxi-driver smiling at you? |
| Have
you just looked down at your right tit and realised why the
taxi-driver is smiling at you? |
| Has
the smelly, muttering security man just lit a post-coital
cigarette? |
| Have
you just realised, with shuddering certainty, that you will
be fired in the morning? |
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