Call Any Vegetable.....
OK. Mea culpa. I booked time at work this afternoon but spent my time watching Messrs Flintoff, Pietersen and Jones (et al) stuffing the Aussies. Cleaning up the virus outbreak it says on my timesheet. However, after Wednesday's little outbreak of honesty from the management, sitting at home watching first England's magnificent batting and then, joy of joys, England's bowling annihalation (sp?) of the Australian top Bruces, felt like heaven. As usual the pricks who've been sorting out the outsourcing of part of our operation, haven't been speaking to the "leverage" aspect of the organisation. Consequentlty, far from the simple compartments they expected everyone to be in, they have actually found that most all of us poor, deluded, twats who still work there have been leveraged that far and wide that the logistics of providing support for these "lesser" accounts has all the hallmarks of a cock-up of the highest order.
Ah well, fuck 'em, they are that bright they HAVE to wear shades - apparently. It's a tought life ain't it?
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