They said the place will quickly degenerate into a sh*t hole without me, which is true.

Now there's going to be nobody to make sure things are right for them.

There's going to be urine everywhere.

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

My contract at work ended on Friday. The other people who work there bought me chocolates, flowers and a bottle of Jack Daniels as a goodbye present.

I have just drunk half a pint of Jack Daniels. Now to see what effect it has on me.

Bourbon, regardless of how cheap or posh it is, always makes me melancholy and surly.

I s'pose I should'f warned you.

If you'd only told me.

Toilets won't get unblocked.

Broken light fittings won't get replaced.

Windows won't get cleaned.

Soap bottles won't get replaced.

The lifts won't get fixed.

Stairs won't get inspected.

The pool tables won't get re-balanced.

Lost items won't get found.

There'll be no blue roll.

Nothing will get reported. Nothing.

The people who work there are doomed.

Half of them can't even point their w*llies properly at the urinals.

Who do they think repporterd it when half that ceiling collapsed? There's no one to do it noqw, :balw:

About 20 years ago - yes Nightjar, it really was about 20 years ago - myself and my friend (not yet girlfriend) went to bar just off Upper Regents Street and...

Oh, I give up

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

Toilets won't get unblocked.

Broken light fittings won't get replaced.

Windows won't get cleaned.

Soap bottles won't get replaced.

The lifts won't get fixed.

Stairs won't get inspected.

The pool tables won't get re-balanced.

Lost items won't get found.

There'll be no blue roll.

Nothing will get reported. Nothing.

The people who work there are doomed.

Half of them can't even point their w*llies properly at the urinals.  

Bourbon should be avoided basically.

And I couldn't evben makle persaonal phone calls becaue it was a high-secutiry govrenment building.

The people who work there have the minds of children.

And when that man slashed his arm with that knife, I had to organise the buckets. Who's going to do that now?

At least that bloke who claimed he was going to jump off the roof didn't jump off the roof. As I predicted. They never do when they claim thjey're going to.

Basically, every single person working there was only there because their application to work for the Home Office had been rejected.

We were the dregs of the civil service.

And that's what made us special,

There re cluds in the sky outside.

I need to draW MY CURTAINS.

eVEN THPOUGH " DRAWING" VOULD MEAN EPONG OPR CLOLSING.