Day 10

Friday: open/chill out day.

This is the same as Monday and Tuesday only you start at 11, and bounce at 6. Everyones chilled out probably from the heavy night last night (that i didn't go to, on hind sight i did go, but it was only the pub, then i went home and left them to it).

This is the day i decided it would be my last day, since i went on the phones, and i hated the crap out of it. All day i was clock watching, whilst convincing people on the phone that we were "the nuts" as they put it. 5.56pm....4 minutes to go, brilliant, i can leave this hell hole and sneak out in the middle of the night and tell no one.....think again. The 3rd manager strolled in just before were about to leave and said "tomorrow, every one meet at Antonia Soria, its mandatory and we're taking you all paint balling and go carting"

My smile rose, but my heart sank at the same time, they were exploiting my greed for fun, but one more day won't hurt....right?

That night we sat down drinking sangria (0.95 euros, for 1.5 litres, and it taste like spicy ribehna) and watching family guy, then went out to a couple of loccal bars and then to the local bar/club o'connels.

We had a blast until one of my colleagues came along and thought it would be funny to tell my alcoholic house mate that a flyer distributer slept with his girlfriend.

He kicked off at a guy twice his size and us sensible ones had to keep pulling him aside, each time buttons fell off his shirt in the struggle.
We took a taxi to the next bar and he noticed he only had 1 button left so ripped it off and threw it out the taxi window.

Nothing really went threw my mind at that moment apart from do i really need to keep putting up with this?