Work-death balance

One of my colleagues has just got back from holiday. This is roughly how our conversation went:

Me: So did you have a good time?
Her: Yeah, it was great! Not so good to be back, though – last night I was trying to think of a way to avoid having to come in to work again.
Me: I know the feeling. Maybe a serious brain injury?
Her: Or winning the lottery.
(Both double-take.)
Her: A serious brain injury?
Me: Wow. I must be getting desperate.

On reflection, I think winning the lottery would be even better than a serious brain injury.

Anyway, on top of the recession, there’s now a shiny new catastrophe that might get some of us some time off.