Slippery Slope

Every second Monday morning there are boxes of free fruit waiting in the office kitchenette.

Each time I see them, already haunted by the ghost of another weekend, my mood is further soured by the realisation that another two weeks of my existence are over. Another two weeks of work have brought me to the same place yet again. What mark on this Earth have I left since the last box of fruit was delivered?

Then I think, oooh, free banana!