not so social club

Update: gnocchi, while not disastrous was not good. Who knew eggplant (in napoli sauce) took so long to cook? So chewy, it was practically gum. Nomn nomn, in a bad way.

It's Friday funday. And it really is, because we're all in casual clothes today. This includes one colleague 'Rodney'(not his real name...) who basically wears casual clothes everyday, a habit I find mildly irritating (mainly because Rodney is mildly irritating) but puts another colleague in anxiety-ridden coma. 'Jeans? on a Wednesday?'. 'Black runners? But they’re not real shoes!'.

The fun doesn’t end with exposed gangrenous toes though, today is also social club drinks night. The Planet X social club costs $2 a fortnight to be a member. This is just enough to fund a couple of activities for the dull and portly and not quite enough to make me go to the effort of un-joining. The last event was Christmas in July at a novelty German restaurant (?). I can only conclude from the many photos of staff posing with stuffed animals that it was a great night. Am I too harsh? Should I be more excited about lunchtime tupperware parties?

Egad! This just in: The social club costs $5 a fortnight. Which means I've paid nearly $300 for scraps of lamb, potatoes and salad consumed at two Melbourne Cup spit roasts.


Horrified,
Kitty