I’ve entered a weird sense of calm at work this month. Probably all the undisturbed sleep and lack of booze is giving me a very nonchalant attitude to the business of the day. I’ve been knocking off at 3:30 most days so I can take the dog out for a walk. Coupled with my new boss being away in Tenerife sipping sangria on some awful all inclusive winter break, there really is very little impetus to bust a gut and today I had my monthly legal moan action group, in which several staff team up with a manager and a senior manager and moan about what our wider group of colleagues are finding particularly frustrating right now. Not much has changed since Covid, lack of money, real time pay cut, the company wasting money on tenders when we could do the job better, etc, etc led by donkeys all the usual suspects and the serial offender goes by the name of Mac. When he first introduced himself to us he requested we call him by his nickname. Well i’ve got news for you buster…

You can’t just  request to be called by one like you’d buy jeans with holes in the knees from Primark; nicknames are earned. And let that be an end to it.