On the job

It's a lot of fun to work where I work. Exhausting, and intense, and stressful at times — but lots of laughs as well.
In the past couple of weeks we've been visited by a litter of puppies looking for good homes (I snuggled but was not tempted to bring one home);... feasted on the world's finest pavlova, with mango and strawberries, made by the wonderful Judy in advertising on her birthday (and the gorgeous Emma, in production, brought in three cakes she'd baked on Wednesday when it was her birthday!);... giggled like idiots at the editorial meeting when one of the reporters wrote thesbian instead of thespian;
... clucked over dear old Bob in production, who was complaining of a stiff neck after many hours in front of his screen and then withdrew into his hood to bliss out with a back rub from the gorgeous Christine;... chuckled to discover two of our team, the brilliant Lloyd, one of our reporters, and the gorgeous Karena, our production chief, had both come to work yesterday with their shirts inside out, seams showing, tags flying. Well, it was a very early start after a rather long night the night before, so it's easily done.
At 12.30 yesterday arvo we stopped and sat outside with Sir in the sunshine to eat teriyaki chicken from a Japanese take-away in Subi before getting stuck in again for three more full-on hours to get the paper away.
It's a good job.