Stone the crows and *fuck me sideways, as they say ...
WorldCorp has gone into full blown flu alert of the pig/chicken/donkey variety
Today, we were delivered with three dozen, highly conspicuous and hospitaly looking, white disposal bins for ditching used and scummy old snot rags
As far as i know, nobody has actually gone down with the plague, but it seems that the powers that be in VeryTwotsfromRio (IvoryTowers) are playing it safe and have invested our end-of-year bonus in Armageddon army surplus stuff
We're still waiting for the special hand wash cream that must be kept upon our person 'at all time', under pain of ostracism or at worst, tea making duty until quarantine has been decreed over
Aaaaand, we're all going to have our own private stock of face masks : my demand for a ÜS special forces GBW model (in air force camoflage colours) has so far recieved a stony silence from the HR department
It's also been deemed inacceptable to indulge in the highly suspect ritual of doing the 'bises' in the morning (the idiot one'll be snookered there, then) whereas the idea of shaking hands being strictly verboten has yet to be taken up
Interestingly enough, no word has been said about being vaccinated - neither up the nose nor in any other bodily cavity
Hopefully FluffyTheBoss won't be deputised for that ungreatful chore, although BoyIdiot could very well volonteer for the very suspect pleasure
We're pretty much set for the sky to fall on our heads
*Or any ways, i says :p
WorldCorp has gone into full blown flu alert of the pig/chicken/donkey variety
Today, we were delivered with three dozen, highly conspicuous and hospitaly looking, white disposal bins for ditching used and scummy old snot rags
As far as i know, nobody has actually gone down with the plague, but it seems that the powers that be in VeryTwotsfromRio (IvoryTowers) are playing it safe and have invested our end-of-year bonus in Armageddon army surplus stuff
We're still waiting for the special hand wash cream that must be kept upon our person 'at all time', under pain of ostracism or at worst, tea making duty until quarantine has been decreed over
Aaaaand, we're all going to have our own private stock of face masks : my demand for a ÜS special forces GBW model (in air force camoflage colours) has so far recieved a stony silence from the HR department
It's also been deemed inacceptable to indulge in the highly suspect ritual of doing the 'bises' in the morning (the idiot one'll be snookered there, then) whereas the idea of shaking hands being strictly verboten has yet to be taken up
Interestingly enough, no word has been said about being vaccinated - neither up the nose nor in any other bodily cavity
Hopefully FluffyTheBoss won't be deputised for that ungreatful chore, although BoyIdiot could very well volonteer for the very suspect pleasure
We're pretty much set for the sky to fall on our heads
*Or any ways, i says :p
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