Chile

I didnt want to get out of bed this morning. Bed was warm. Room was not. Eventually the clock said 9am so I reluctantly got dressed and came to work.

I've hidden a heater under my desk and its keeping my legs toasty :-)

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SBDUK is being a cheeky sod. (but funny as all hell. I'll get you for this you bastard.)

The Sad Tale Of Twatface (for Debs)

There was once a person who worked in a company where some clients were nice, and some clients were, well, not nasty so much as clueless. The nice clients were jaded and cynical, and got along well with our hero, whereas the clueless clients tended to make our hero's days hell with their vapid requests and revisions.

Our hero is on the phone chatting to one of the nicest (IE most cynical and jaded) clients, who is asking why some particular feature of one particular job suddenly looks like shit.

"because thingummy told me to do it and I couldnt persuade him otherwise"
Which thingummy? nice client asks, exasperatedly.
"The one you call 'Twatface', not sure I've ever heard his real name"
Silence.
CLICK, CLUNK.
Okay, says nice client, I'm NOT on speakerphone any more...
and yes, Twatface WAS in the room...

names changed to protect the innocent. Except Twatface, thats real...