From now on, I’ll probably never have to worry about what the hell a baguette is ever again. They’ve been appearing on my work cafeteria’s menu board for some time now and have caused continual debate.

From now on, I probably won’t ever get to visit the Powerhouse Museum’s LEGO Action Show with my boss. In fact, I also probably won’t ever get to visit any other museum exhibit while off my head on acid, as he plans to do.

From now on, I’ll probably never be able to spend my working hours arguing with my workmates over the best description for Coyote Ugly. ‘It’s like Cocktail, but more sexual!’ (bang of fist) ‘No, no, no, you stupid cow! It’s like 21 Jump Street in a pub!’ (shrieking noise as hair is pulled)

From now on, I’ll never get to experience the true ridiculousness of toilets with ultra-shiny floors ever again. Floors which may as well be a viewing mirror for what your cubicle neighbour is up to.

From now on, my workmates will never promise me again that they’ll kidnap Mick Sullivan for me, if I decide to stay on with my job.

You see, I did decide to stay in Sydney on the weekend, instead of move back to Melbourne. I did decide to stay on with my job. Unfortunately, someone jumped in first and made the decision for me (ie, my workplace).

Hello, redundancy.

It’s actually not that bad. I’ve got a nice little payout from this. Also, all the shitty problems I was dealing with at work? I’ve been encouraged - nay, legally enticed - to walk away from them.

I quite like this situation.

The only thing that sucks is not working with the great team I was working with. However, we’ll still be meeting up heaps. We’ve organised a heavy drinking session for the weekend already.

I could start looking for a job tomorrow. In fact, I’ve already contacted a recruitment agency, who I’ll be seeing tomorrow. But you know what?

With a nice redundancy payout like this, I’m going to bludge for a week or two. I’m going to just kick back.

Bring on the junk food, bad daytime television, drugs, alcohol and sex. Please.

Oh, not all at once. Haven’t you learnt by now how badly cocaine can mess up someone’s pubic h-

Ahem.

I might even take a holiday back to Melbourne for a while. Indulgence, indulgence, indulgence. It’s rare that I ever have this spare time or spare money (shut up, I know I should be saving it, shut up, shut up!).

It’s time for the seven deadly sins.

Unfortunately, these will shortly be followed by the eighth deadly sin: employment.

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