Fancy a beer?

It’s Friday and that means Friday Drinks! Of course we’re lucky it’s an institution at The Mill, but some firms have let this proud Kiwi tradition fall off with the general economic doom and gloom of recent times. They made a mistake!

You spend all day, every day at work.  You probably spend more time pondering Fat Barry's questionable personal hygiene standards than you spend with your own family (not necessarily all bad), but do you even know Fat Barry, or do you even want to.  His fascinating insights could open up a new undiscovered world of joy and comprehension, he might know just the solution to that niggling problem that's had you waking screaming in the middle of the night (unless he is the problem that's had you waking screaming in the middle of the night), alternatively he could just be Fat Barry who spends his entire life avoiding soap, and the only way he could help when you wake is that his incessant dull drone would send you back to a deep slumber faster than chloroform, but unless you try, how will you ever know?


Friday drinks are good for staff morale, they get everyone together for an informal chat and a laugh, colleagues get to know each other, and barriers fall. Everyone knows better communication equals better performance, so before you know it your workplace will be dominating the world and you’ll all be multimillionaires, driving Ferrari's, scattering $20 notes in your wake, on your way to pick up your very expensive demanding international super-model girlfriend (even "He's Got a Great Personality Barry").  Possibly . . .

Here at The Mill we’re doing our part to get Friday Drinks back by sponsoring The Rocks Workplace Shout (http://www.therock.net.nz/Win/TheMillWorkplaceShout/tabid/924/Default.aspx) , and we’ve even doubled up on the prize to give everyone a second chance at winning (check out http://www.themill.co.nz/signup.asp?code=2ndchance to enter).

So maybe it’s time to go and find your boss and demand the return of Friday Drinks, otherwise you’ll walk!

Well, ok, maybe that’s a bit extreme, but you could try a reasoned argument, or failing that you could throw all your toys out the pram and have a tantrum until you get your own way, which admittedly might end up with you being told to walk anyway, but at least you'll know you tried for the good of you, your colleagues, and the company.

Either way it’s Friday afternoon and I’m going to grab a beer.

Cheers!