Blonde's Eye View: Work talk

They could be keepers: mates who share more in common than just a pay cheque from the same company.

I joyfully accept their invitation for an after hours glass of Cab Sav - what better way to continue our natter about the final episode of The Hills? And then spend all evening yawning as they talk about nothing but work.

Why do people do that? Everyone counts down the seconds till they can escape work, only to spend the rest of the night moaning about it.

I appreciate your colleagues understand more than anyone else how your boss talks to your breasts and not your face.

I empathise you need to let off steam. But the "work" conversation should only last as long as the first pint, maybe halfway into the second if your boss has been a particular jerk that day.

Past that it's time to move on. Time to let go. Time to go back to talking about Kristin and Brody on MTV.

But people don't - they whine on getting increasingly drunk, increasingly irate, till they say something stupid about the people who pay their wages.

Then a whole new round of analysis erupts from those sober enough to recognise an unprofessional outburst.

Worse still are those who eschew gossip and bitching in favour of actual work topics: expanding the boardroom into the bar.

The last thing I want to do in my free time is talk about tweaking page four, paragraph two in some odious report.

I don't live to work, I work to live. Well I work to pay for shopping and cocktails, but you get the gist.

Now seriously, can we focus on what's important: did you see that bikini Audrina was wearing?