My employer’s future is looking rather dodgy at the moment, and I’ll know whether I’m likely to still have a job by Friday morning UK time – I’m sure anyone reading the papers can guess who it is – so the office has not been a happy place.
Escaping from the gloom I went out to a bar last night, courtesy of management trying to lighten the atmosphere. After quickly knocking back a few pints I decide to cut my losses rather than face a hangover at work today and try to sneakily scarper.
Unfortunately I forgot the two small steps in the middle of the bar, and in front of around 200 people from work (including partners, managers and HR) fall down them. Stumbling home wasn’t too much of a problem, but waking at 2am with my ankle the size of a grapefruit and every movement causing agony was.
So here I am, repeatedly checking for new posts as I’m stuck at home with nothing to do, having faced up to a disbelieving HR person on the phone (“You were at the drinks last night and you’re off sick today? Riiiight.”).
I know, I know, this is a really poor attempt at a rant. Unfortunately it’s the best I can manage today.