Work Outings

Tonight is my work xmas do. Yes, tonight. November.

We are, due to an abject lack of imagination, going bowling. We have to pay for it ourselves, it’s £43 for a 2 course dinner and an hour of bowling. “The man” has just accrued more than £43 worth of bad will from me.

Oh yeah, and we’re dressed as elves.

I suggested going to Ikea instead of bowling but no one else thought it was a good idea. I’d have much preferred to spend 40 quid on crap decorations and cinnamon rolls.

Fuck work xmas.

I couldn't anything more agonising than an evening of such abject misery.

Drop some jack and jills in the punch.