What's the point of Friday? I mean really? Okay, I guess I got some work done this morning - in between the chatting, long coffee breaks and inevitable tomfoolery about the office - but after lunch?
Especially when lunch involves going to the pub for two and a half hours. Why we came back to the office I don't know. Especially since my boss was the instigator of the pub trip and drank more than anyone. Not like we have to pretend to work now.
Not that I'm even pretending.
Anyway. To more self-indulgent things: I'm catching up with the crushee this evening which will be fun I've decided. I seem to have an even keel about this now, thankfully. She's moving back to Tasmania for good in a few weeks anyway so it seems more important to try and keep the friendship alive than anything - which will be difficult enough over email, need to get things on a firm footing now.
So I'm positive about seeing her if a little fatalistic. Which I think is a good thing too - all I can do is be me and the cards will fall where they will.
On a much more positive note I'm crossing the ditch tomorrow for a week of well earned relaxation. Drinking coffee, hanging out with friends, generally mooching about Christchurch and, most importantly, helping Eroica sort out the house she just bought. Good times :)