Oh, I remember these days well. The feeling of dread would burn through the cubicles like a wildfire. The ones with the guilty consciences (because of how little they actually did) were always the ones who were most nervous.
Oh, I remember these days well. The feeling of dread would burn through the cubicles like a wildfire. The ones with the guilty consciences (because of how little they actually did) were always the ones who were most nervous.
Bizarrely in my place which is absolutely jam packed with dead wood, the deadest of them seem to be inordinately confident in their abilities and work. Which is damn odd. It tends to be the honest Joe's that fear for their jobs!