Those days are well gone for me now,you can call me twisted but i can't help feeling a lovely warm glow of satisfaction when i see things going tits up in my office. Too many years of being taken for granted and our goodwill going unappreciated and in most cases ignored.
For me,and it's just my own personal favorite,is when i see the manager frantically searching for volunteers to cover uncovered duties,he's already exhausted his little diary of saviours and now has taken to the floor desperately fleeting from desk to desk looking for someone,anyone,to help cover up the fact that Royal Mail has completely f****d this job up.
When he reaches me,all doe eyed i can feel an extra skip of my heart(remembers the days i would always "help out",through some sort of misguided loyalty i think,lessons been learnt now though) "Fancy some overtime?" is his call,i always try to just hesitate long enough to see the hope light up his eyes,"mmmmmm,eh,let me think let me think,oh no sorry can't today." Cue warm glow of satisfaction spreading through body,it's a great feeling that keeps me going on the coldest of mornings.
