Pure Desperation

Working with my current employer makes me physically sick. Every single day. I just can't see my boss' face anymore, I'd rather neck Cyanide (spelling?) than working any longer for him.

The bad thing about it, my colleagues are well cool - and I can't really let my boys down, can I?

As I promised to pop in every few weeks just to pick them up and take them out for a pint or eight, I feel less guilty and finally really started looking around... will let you know. Gis this brain some food, I'm dying of boredom.