I approach another working day with all the weariness of a sober person in a room full of drunks. Aimless conversations, incoherent shouting, people forgetting where they put things, weeping in the corners and terrible dancing (around the issues): it's all happening; partytime for the permanently insecure and professionally inept. The gang's all here, as they say.
Meanwhile, in the wider world, "analysts await jobs data." My company contributed two persons to the unemployment rolls last week. I wonder if they'll show up in the figures this month or next?