I enjoy working.

I enjoy working hard.

Ever since I started treating Ducky like I would a potential girlfriend, his demeanor towards me has completely changed.

After a long week of doing no work at all, with the one project I managed to get given and completed being shelved as ‘potentially useful for the future’, Ducky asked me out to lunch.

It had been four weeks since I had discussed work with him in any context. No slack messages, no emails, no phone calls; I had managed to keep all our conversations free from any talk of what we got paid to do.

Friday lunch was no different. Close to three hours of drinks and light conversation, with topics ranging from the latest English cricket exploits to the surprising discovery of diamonds in the Nambian desert.

As we stood up shakily due to the copious amounts of alcohol we had consumed, Ducky took my hand and shook it vigourously.

“You know Rob, it’s really nice to not discuss work for a change!”