payday ritual

No, these peeps are not some Red Horse gulping "tambays" i happened to pass by (and decided to join...as is the usual case) one Friday night. These are my new officemates. Yes, I have gone quite tired of Zuma and got a job! Now, I sit in a desk wondering why there has to be a connection between having officemates (prospective drinking buddies, actually) and work. Oh well... what i really want to say here is how the precedent of what is now a payday ritual came to be. and more importantly, I found a really nice bunch! not to mention a pair of the shiest eyes who ever gawked on my legs... hmm... or was it at my boobs?