Alternative title: Most people celebrate by getting shit-faced as a result of indulging in various fine ales or wines in a box or cheap-ass ciders…Me, oh no, I opt for cacao powder, almond butter and fruit…What the hell is wrong with me?!
As the ink dried on the paperwork signifying my change from temporary office monkey to permanent I was left with my head in the clouds. Finally I have some financial security…and a pension too (not that I’ll ever get to use it like, but still, at least I can say I have a pension like the proper grown up I’m supposed to be).
“Oooo feeling like a real adult now?” my brain asked.
“Actually…Is it too late to eat a box or two of Atomic Fireballs and climb a couple of trees?” I mutter back.
“We’ll have to wait for our shift to end first though”