My workplace has gone all 1984...

...and by that I don't mean there is an excess of polyester and deelyboppers.

Not only has The Boss been not so subtly getting his PA to find out our personal mobile phone numbers (so not on), but our lunch time habits are now being monitored.

Evidently it is frowned upon for friendships to be formed within the office as this distracts us from out EVER SO important work.

Balls to it. Received a possible way out as an application form for an MSc appeared in my letterbox last night. But don't let on, the boss might disappear me.

Speaking of disappearances, where are you Fluffy? Blogs appear to have vanished. Hope all is well.