Yesterday, we spent most of the afternoon at work discussing whether or not it was a good idea for the delegates at our upcoming seminar to be given a fake dog turd on arrival. The reasons for it are far too tenuous and dull to go into here, but needless to say, I was in the 'No' camp on this issue. Thankfully , the idea was poo-pooed (excuse the shamelessly rubbish pun) by someone more senior. But the PM, of course, hadn't seen anything wrong in this himself before we pointed out that it wasn't really the image we wanted to portray.
I have long been aware how unglamourous my job is, but that was perhaps the final straw. I need to get out of here!
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