Today I was on the train back from that London, and the bloke beside me was learning his lines for some Royal Mail sorting office drama, relating to schedules/quotas/backlogs.
Unbelievable, shocking, mortifyingly badly written bollox. Does this really happen in the work place??
Scene - the canteen
Cathy: you look a bit down Colin, everything OK?
Colin: Oh, hi cathy. Well I can't get my head round these new schedules.
Cathy: I suppose the guys are quite upset. I can help you describe them in such a way as to gain more support.....
Colin: Could you. Thanks, that would be great.
And so on.
And so on.
Tried to get a stealth photo of it. Failed, but grim reading.
I'd rather die than take part in that kind of nonsense.

