Limbo-ness

To relieve my boredom, I have been playing Gimme Friction Baby all day in the office. And no, this isn’t some new term for fapping which is the current term for wanking which was the old term for tickle the pickle. It is, somewhat pleasingly, an online game to do with expanding balls.

Unfortunately, my friction pleasure was interrupted by an urgent request for Winning Eleven which took up an hour of my time and was followed immediately by a relaxing lunch. And now I’m waiting for Gimme Friction to load again.

This is the problem with serving notices. You hand them your letter, they say awwwww, but could you please serve out your month’s notice, and then they force you to play online games with suggestive names.

Having already resigned four times in my brief four-year career, I really should be used to it. But I’m not. It feels odd that projects in which you were heavily involved just days ago are now distant and, well, meaningless which results in slacker behaviour.

I have told a few people about my resignation. ‘Pah, again.’ they all muttered. Come on people! Can’t any of you act surprised?? At least add a slight upward tone at the end so your statement could be construed as a question.

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Actually, screw everything I’ve just said because I’ve just come out of a meeting and am now up to my eyeballs in work. A camera pitch and a healthcare booklet, eh. Remind me why I’m leaving again?