All Day Breakfast Club
The office seemed to be split down the middle today- well it is by a corridor and some columns, all the desks are either side of this walkway but whilst one side revelled in Friday jollities the other half (on which I sit, obviously) were mired in work with a heavy atmosphere hanging over us which got worse as the day wore on and the place heated up.So, as usual, I was still in the office long after everyone else had gone home. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been in the last few in the office on Friday night, always the same faces like some sort of sad even more boring version of the Breakfast Club. Half the time its preparing stuff to take home and do over the weekend which invariably never gets taken out of my bag. This time, I’ve got shit loads to do. Things are not going to be good this weekend.
Leaving the office at 7.00pm was bad enough but I had to walk past mycolleagues out drinking. No one noticed me slink by with a grim look on my face. Probably no one would notice even if I was trying to join in and mingle! There’s a name for friends you make at work, I think it’s called “colleagues”. These acquaintances rarely extend beyond circumstantial friendships with the work being the thing you share in common and as soon as you leave you will never see 99.9% of them ever again unless you are very lucky.
Three years ago my behaviour was the complete opposite. When I joined the company the Friday night pub jaunts were de rigeur and I partook in an attempt meet the people who studiously ignored me in the office (maybe that should have given me a clue?). It was painful at first, the first people that talk to you are usually the boring ones (hint: never be overly keen to introduce yourself to a new starter), then the longer it goes on the people become slightly more interesting. I did that for bloody ages before realising I should have just stuck to the few people in my own department. Looking back, I don’t know why I bothered and I know I certainly wasn’t missing much, still I don’t miss the noteriety of being known as the department bar fly but back then things were different, after going out on Friday night I could feasible not talk to anyone else for the rest of the weekend. *sniff*.
Still at least by not going drinking I got home in time to see Diana Ross being evicted from the Big Brother house. Go Diana!
Now back to work...
Last modified: Thursday, April 9th, 2026 at 9:23am
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