Hugs, tears, much wailing and gnashing of teeth. These were the scenes today as staff at our Timbuktu production facility were overjoyed to learn that they would finally be working in a building behind the portaloos.
The CEO, who is normally known by the name of ‘One-Coat’, had finally deigned to bless the hard working employees with physical shelter from the elements but not the standards department. He decided those bastards weren’t worth the effort. They hadn’t seemed all that keen on the emergency Scotch eggs he had bestowed upon them as a Christmas bonus in 2003.
Could walls be in their future? He remained tight lipped on the subject, either way the main Chief Escalation De-escalator there was a proper little grabarse about it.
However. He still took care to remind them that this didn’t mean they could get ‘too uppity’ now, and that he still expected nine hundred and seventy-two hour days from the lot of them.
Meanwhile, over in the directorate of advanced faffing:
Naturally, the spreadsheet says you can afford our left-handed Lengthy Attendance Travel Mug
No further questions will be taken at this time.
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