In which other office can you:
- have a Boss that educates you on the words of Hokkien..which would today be 'laaa...chee'. Quaint Hokkien-ness for 'frenchkissing'.
- Blast Tenacious D all day long, have a complete effing riot while your colleagues singing along with you. *Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrr
- Be taking a stinking steamer when you realised you're out of toilet tissue and open the door and yell ' Gayllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeee I need tissue paper!!!' at the top of your lungs
- Smoke to your hearts content, and send the office boy down for more when you run out
- Decide which colours you want to paint your office walls
- Drink on the job ( because it promotes creativity...)
And thats just skimming the surface...I tell you, its like coming home.
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It's like working in a sanitorium.
Especially with the scanners next door.
One smiled at me today - but not with her eyes, her eyes were glinting through her coke bottle thick X-ray scanners.
I swear she was looking at my tits. Well, she's as tall as my tits so maybe she hasn't got much of a choice.
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