1+2+3+4+5+4+3+4+5+6+7+9+8+7+6=22

The number 22 can never be more sweet smelling as today. Gone is its long standing significance as 21's poor cousin, for to me and many more others, this week is what we had been working our socks off for - the 22nd week. The amount of blood, sweat and toil that we had reproduced over and over again for the past 21 weeks can finally be justified by the culmination of this week. No more waking up at 7.15 a.m wishing your job could be a mattress tester. No more dour sour hours in the office. No more thinking of lame excuses whenever you want to take a day off. No more whingeing. No more ranting. No more whining. No more grumbling. No more groaning. No more moaning. No more.

Woohoo!!!!