Last week at work I was on my way to the break room, ready to break out that lovely chicken and rice I had made for lunch. When I got there, blood sugar low and stomach rumbling, what was waiting for me? Was it delicious lunch? Hell no, it was my line manager.
Like that snake from the Jungle Book, she had arrived and slithered into the break room unannounced, waiting for me. Waiting and knowing very well that whatever nonsense she had to offload to me would be eating into my lunch time.
Oh, what fresh hell was this?
More targets and company news, that sort of thing. I'm sitting there, nodding and not saying much. Partly because I was too hungry to say anything. Also, partly because I couldn't give a toss about the new "performance standards".
Oh, what fresh hell was this?
More targets and company news, that sort of thing. I'm sitting there, nodding and not saying much. Partly because I was too hungry to say anything. Also, partly because I couldn't give a toss about the new "performance standards".
By the time she had removed herself from my presence, 20 minutes of my 30 minute break had vanished. 20 minutes of my precious life, never to be recovered. As I made the most of my 10 minute break, I asked myself "Oh, why do bad things happen to moderately good people?"
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