For reasons I am unable to divulge, owing to procedural issues, this was the kind of working week that would at one time have qualified for a ‘stupendous quantities of alcohol’ conclusion. Immediate commencement of steady drinking for three days on arrival at home kind of scenario.

In fact, it would have been continuation of drinking, because I don’t think I would have made it past Wednesday.

That didn’t happen, and genuinely I wasn’t even thinking about it that much, really. Sort of crossed my mind as I drove home this evening, but only as a passing thought about what wasn’t happening.

Just kind of tired, really. I’m preoccupied with macrocosms! Aghast at the similarities between the professional situation in my workplace and the way in which the UK is thrashing its way through “Brexit”, like a disgruntled simile unable to find a sentence to join.

There is probably an elaborate “piss-up in a brewery” organisational incapability analogy to be worked up about all this, but I lack the energy and inclination to undertake that. I’ll just leave the notion here.

A tough week comes to a welcome conclusion, as unexpected developments at work lead you to reconsider career goals. The full moon shines a harsh light on processes of all kinds. With so many to-do lists to create, it might feel like it’s impossible to know where to get started. Yet start you must! 23 and quinoa for luck.

Yeah, and Brexit as well. When forced to sit through a shit show, what better excuse could there be to head to the shop, purchase the nicest bottle of gin on the shelf and get it finished in the interval?

[beat]

Reader, I did not. Solid though the urge was, I ignored it, and the smaller aftershocks of bottles of wine, single bottle, couple of ales, a pint… They all spun about a bit and then back in to their deep space orbits.

Looking at the forthcoming schedule, I think a clear head is the least I can do for myself.

http://strikemag.org/bullshit-jobs/

This article is great, and you will gain far more by reading it this evening than anything I might offer.

Our society needs a new outlook, presto pronto.

Hee-yaah!