Yep.
It is my last full day in the West End office of Weird Inc.
On Friday I will be booted off the premises at about 12.30 because that is supposedly when the man from IT comes to disconnect our PC’s and after that…well you can’t really do any surfing the net work can you?
I will miss many things about being here.
Not the inadequate and frequently leaking/filthy toilets that seem to be (from the evidence left behind) used by a colony of Barbary apes.
Not the constantly mental or malfunctioning lifts, given to mood swings and mental breakdowns where they sit for hours on one floor intoning “doors closing, going up…doors opening….doors closing, going up…doors opening”
Only Weird Inc could drive inanimate objects mad.
The things I will miss are out there mainly.
The Spanish Tapas bar down the road,
Denmark Street, full of luverly guitar shops.
Soho and its entire “local colour”
Mollys!
Not to mention the people here. No, not my colleagues – they are coming with me. But the people who brighten my day without ever a word having passed between us.
Like the tall girl with the dark hair and the dark eyes who favours pencil skirts and seemed stockings.
The girl that looks like Devla Kirwan..
The girl that sometimes wore the tartan mini skirt thing and smiled at me on a couple of occasions and made my face feel warm.
The very curvy and sultry Secretary sitting opposite me who is just gorgeous.
The attractive woman from the other end of the office who has short black hair and olive skin and looks magically younger when she smiles, which she does on occasion when we pass each other.
Of course on Monday they will all be thinking, “hey, that lecherous old bald bloke has buggered off! Yay!”
