Wednseday. The cube farm is getting to you. Network is slow, Coffee machine broke at 08:30 this morning, the brainless idiot in the next cubicle is on the phone, arguing with her husband – loudly – about deomestic inconsequentialities. Your boss has just asked why the weekly report is not yet ready. You remind him it is Wednesday, not Friday and he looks at you as if you’ve taken leave of your senses. Lunch was the culinary equivalent of gunpowder and you’re feeling bloated and uncomfortable – frustration rising every nano-second. If the maintenance guys don’t stop their incessant hammer-drilling in the next minute you’re going to blow something and there will be casualties…….
Okay, take a deep breath. Count to ten and think of your favourite happy place….No, not some deserted Zanzibar beach – I mean your favourite website where all is calm, peaceful and safe – where you can turn your frustrations into shredding the reputation of an Old Master.
This week we gang up on none other than Rembrandt van Rijn. In this image we see him as a shepherd in 1636.
There now – doesn’t that feel better? To the world this was just a painting (ok, quite a good painting), but to us it is a depression lifter, mood enhancer and has been known to cure athletes foot….and best of all, it’s not habit forming and has no known side effects.
For chronic anti-work symptoms, this page is also available in Schedule 8 format – containing 2.5kg of Xanax per post and even worse jokes – but only on recommendation of your foreign health practitioner.