The vast majority of the office enter a National Lottery syndicate. We buy a ticket each week – or rather, we chuck the organiser a few quid each month. This week, we’re all paying another £2. In a department, which is slowly growing an addiction to gambling, it was noticed that Euromillions jackpot is almost one hundred million pounds. This is the kind of money that even the youngest members of the team could retire to Monaco on. In all seriousness, no sensible-minded being enters a work syndicate with the serious belief they’re going to make money from it. No, everyone parts with their money as an insurance policy. After all, nobody would want to be the poor sod left behind when the rest of the department wins the jackpot and pisses off for good.
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