Originally posted by DimPrawn
Nothing could be further from the truth.
I am a wage slave paid for sitting in a warm office in Brussels and occasionaly writing poetry or suchlike, I have to endure the indignity of being asked to actually do something now and again much to my annoyance.
However I have found the tactic of tutting loudly when being asked to perfom some mundane IT task soon cuts down on these pesky interruptions to my poetic indeed holographic train of thought.
Still nice of you to bear me in mind DP.
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