Disaster! Arrived at work to an apparently normal Monday morning. Was then told I would be needed to help out on the big pitch that's going on at the moment, and I would probably have to work quite late. In fact, 'working late' has turned out to be a euphemism for quite literally 'working all night'. Haven't done this since about the age of twenty-five. Us three saps that remain here have gone through the stages of anger, denial, hysterical laughter, further anger, and are now passing into resignation and depression...
Speaking of resignation, they really are getting their last pound of flesh out of me before I leave. And I'll take away the memory of a wintry sunrise seen through the office window. Super.
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