CitizenJustin

Another Monday morning at the office and I sat down at my desk. Del was already there. I’d had a few problems with Del’s predecessor, and I was hoping that my relationship with Del would be more fruitful. “Morning, Del,” I said. “Morning, Justin.” “We’re processing returns today.” “Don’t want to.” “We’re processing returns today.” “Don’t want to.” “Look, Del, it’s not a matter of what you want, it’s WORK.” “Don’t want to.” “Sheila,” I shouted to my line manager. “Del’s playing up.” She