Carried Away

We had another farewell lunch at work, which meant we headed back to Opera Bar and ordered bottles of wine.

As you can imagine, if you're at lunch and you've just imitated a colleague's mother having sex before the appetizers have arrived, it's probably going to get pretty messy. (Still very sorry about that.)

Eventually the farewell boy gave the most awkward farewell speech ever, basically bitching and moaning about how things have changed and everything sucks now. So I decided to take the high road, and got drunk and told him that if he doesn't like it then he can just leave and let the rest of us enjoy it, instead of sounding like a bitter dickhead. That went down well. Eventually we managed to stumble into the office for about 5 minutes to shut down our computers and grab our stuff, but it was long enough to get disapproving looks from the more serious members of the team, and even have a PA take one look at us and say "You really shouldn't have come back to the office."

And so, to reward myself for my professionalism, I'll be leaving the office at 2 today so a bunch of us can head down to Hyams Beach at Jervis Bay to a house we've rented and chill out for 5 days. It will be a lot like the picture below, but with beer bottles instead of children. See you next week.