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So here we go then

In the thick of it now. first cabaret night of the season last night. Also first fight between customers *sigh*.

Now, I like drnking, but these people are ridiculous. They come out for a meal and simply cram as much booze as possible down their throats as fast as possible. Nobody, it seems to me, is actually having a good time, it's as thoughthey are controlled by dome sort of inner force which compels them to drink, and to not really care what they're drinking. Everywhere I looked round the restaurant there were drawn, ashen faces, contemplating glasses. It got even worse when the cabaret started, at the point all the self-appointed "fun people" of the office started dancing, and dragging up those who clearly just didn't want to be there. Then they'd lurch and stumble, collapsing into my hard-working staff who were trying to balance full trays of drinks at the time. "Come on! Dance! It's Christmas!" Yes it is, and I'm working why can you imbeciles not see that?

I want nothing more than to hide in a room with some really difficult books and a steady supply of tea and apples until they've all gone away. Sadly I cannot. More singing and dancing and drinking tonight. Ooh! Oooh! D4vid Tubby solicitors are having their office do tonight! which means I get to scrape cute school-leavers off the floor after lecherous old goats have plied them with bacardi in an attempt to get a sloppy blowjob off a pert taut teen! What fun!Two weeks of this nightmare to go! I'm so happy!

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