Flirty Lucy has phoned in ‘sick’ again after an even fuller weekend, I assume.
There’s underachieving Barry, worried about his job, clattering away on his keyboard, impressing no one, soon to be gone.
Ambitious Danny approaches, saddling me with another of his unrealistic ideas.
Thanks for nothing.
After forty years and various management jobs, I’ve seen everything.
Though the names may differ, people remain the same.
“The meeting starts at 9:10!” I say, corralling them once again into my domain.