I am still at work, trying to kill some time before I leave so the traffic isn't too bad on the trip home. I half considered visiting a friend, but they live so far out of the way home I decided that I couldn't be bothered.
I am all alone - the air conditioner working in the background, the general hum of the printers. I had to laugh. I leave in a week and a half and they've trusted me all alone. If only the place had something worth decent pilfering. Just stocks of crappy pens, polo shirts and sample fabrics (that no one in their right mind would want to use).
So, it seems that the biggest enemy of the west has been taken down.