I came back to work after my big op to discover the ceiling fallen in above the desk next to mine (good job he'd gone home early that day) and a colleague who had lost his hair quite literally. Yes all the omens were saying to apply for voluntary redundancy and get out of there.
I recounted how the neighbours in my new flat may be as good as last ones, where I had my front door superglued by one of them.
Rod said "Not so bad - you get extra security"
Joe said "Yes, but it was to her forehead"
At another of those lunchtimes I so miss with my team, someone mentioned working on tomatoes you can dip in chocolate and stripey ones too.
Joe: "Sounds like a marketing department full of pregnant women"
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