Company getaway
Walter smiled,
but he felt stupid.
How had
he missed the email? Well, he had been busy. The council was increasing his
team; he’d had new recruits to train. It wasn’t like the old days where you
stayed in the same place for years. These days he liaised with the posties,
the wheelies and the doggies. You had
to keep up.
Of
course, they still liked to mock the newbies and their dress code. But Walter was a
traditionalist and kept his team to grey or black.
So he
didn’t mind them having a laugh at their annual beach party. He just wished he
didn’t look so rubbish.
Corporate politics is one of the reasons I'm glad I work nights. As long as I do my job, nobody messes with me.
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