They all live with their mums, don't they? That's got to slow you down a bit. You can't roll in every night battered, puking and pissing in the wardrobe, in your mum's house.
To my mind, that's no excuse. If your senior management is offering you basically limitless free drink, you damn well take their arm off and get properly fired in. You don't faff about like a nun at an orgy and then pìss off home.
A number of people in their 20s report to me. They're nice enough, but fvck me, they're credulous, ignorant, dull and censorious. Constantly on the lookout for something that might offend and seem to think that if they're more than five minutes away from a glass of water, they'll desiccate. Take last week for example. We'd just done a big awards thing that had gone well and so we all pile into the nearest fancy bar to celebrate a job well done. So I'm buying (well, the company is, but via my expenses) and ask them all what they want. I kid you not, half of the little spastics didn't even want to order an alcoholic drink. Obviously, I bullied most of them into doing so, but even then they nursed them for about an hour and then gradually trickled away.
The last three left standing were the most senior members of staff - all of us in our 40s. Meanwhile the youngsters were all safely tucked up in bed getting their eight hours. Seriously, what a fvcking tedious generation.
Quite frankly if it keeps them out of the pubs I am not going to complain
Yes. Not quite so full of the Herero and Nama peoples anymore, though. Due to the unfortunate German propensity for racial extermination.
They can't help themselves, b. It's a sort of compulsion. Like giving the Frogs a good hiding, it's not that they want to do it, it's that they're somehow compelled.