This Post is brought to you from my Last Day at Work

Although not `last' as in - this is it, I've won the lotto, and can finally clear off!!!

No, `last' as in it is my last day in the office before my Christmas hols begin.  And, with two out of my three bosses already having naffed off for their Christmas break (and what feels like the rest of Mayfair), I have got sod all to do (it's amazing how, with suddenly so much time on your hands, even the Internet becomes boring after awhile - and that contains EVERYTHING dear children).

So I'm blogging.  To vent my frustration (in a `First World Problem' type way) at having to remain in an office where there is nowt going on - other than the remaining boss just logging on to dating websites and a photocopying engineer who has suddenly and mysteriously arrived to fix a part to our copier that I never even thought we needed (but who will be finished, and leaving our office, in about 10 minutes).

The online dating boss has a conference call at 2pm (oo, a few mins) so I will obviously have to remain in loco until that's done.  In case, you know, someone wants something doing whilst he's on the blower - although we havent had a phone call since 9am this morning (and that was a sales call).  And I know he has a medical appointment at 4pm - whereupon he declared we can `close the office' (as if it's some sort of ceremony, with crowds, a champagne bottle to smash and a ship to sail off from a dock).

So I guess I have two choices in front of me :-

a.  Calm it, remember that from whatever time I leave today I will be off until Thursday 5th January, and be happy that Christmas is on the doorstep with all it's larks and frolics and pressies, and leave the office at 4pm with a smile on my face.

or

b. Stress it, become totally obsessed with watching the clock, conjure up elaborate and murderous thoughts towards bosses who have already gone (the lucky gits), dating site boss and photocopying engineer (who is sneezing everywhere), unknowingly form ulcer in stomach through angry stressful frustration and end up punching the dating site boss' lights out at 4 o'clock on the dot.

Hmm, decisions, decisions ...