World Cup at work and a naked man and some exams

This email was sent last week:

Dear colleagues,

Management have agreed that staff can watch all 5pm games during the knockout stages of the football World Cup. They will be screened in the second floor boardroom on the plasma screens. As these games are (just) outside of core working hours we are asking that colleagues use their swipecards to swipe out and then sign back in as a visitor through reception. During the knockout stages, games that are scheduled for 2pm and at the weekends will not be shown onsite. The usual attendance rules apply, so if you wish to watch the 2pm games elsewhere, please speak to your line manager about taking flexi/annual leave.

But then this email was just sent out:

Hi All,

Please do not watch the World cup over our internet connection, it will cause disruption to the IT systems.

You've got to love the dedication of the staff here.

Last night we thought we were being broken into. There was all this banging at our door and shouting and general noisiness. #1 came out of her room pretty much naked ("fuck it, it's too hot") and we looked through the peep hole to see what was going on. There was a man, completely naked, sitting on the stairs right opposite our front door, nonchalently smoking a fag. #1 thought it might be #4, but I think that was wishful thinking and anyway, why would #4 be locked out? Naked? I wanted to go and ask him what he was doing, but #1 thought we should call the police. I don't think that would have gone down very well: "Yeah, hi, Brixton police station? Yes, there's a naked man sitting on some stairs smoking a cigarette... No, he's not smoking crack... No, he's not armed... No, he doesn't appear to be doing anything remotely dangerous... Yes, we'll fuck off now." In the end he left, but we don't know where he went or where he came from or anything, and we went to check that the back door was locked. It was all a bit odd really. #1 got into bed and I was about to go to bed myself when she sat bolt upright and said "Where's Bear? They've stolen ma Bear!" Which I thought was pretty funny seeing as no one had been in the house, and even if they had, why would they steal #1's manky teddy bear, called Bear?

It's fucking warm today, and I can't concentrate, and I have a rash on my feet from walking on the grass (grass allergy = fun!). I haven't done anything vaguely productive, other than go on and on about N's exam and making everyone give out good luck vibes. I have got the worst case of sympathy nerves, I really have. Fingers are staying firmly crossed until 4.30 tomorrow, and then, woohoo, summer can begin properly!