Dress for the job you want
It's hot.
The lady on the seat in front of me is fanning herself with a piece of paper because the air-conditioning unit on the bus is struggling to keep up with the heat and it's only 7am.
Read MoreFire Drill
Greg stalked around the corner, back from his meeting, looking every bit a man ready for action. I watched as he strode past my desk without a second glance. His normal jovial demeanour was gone, replaced with a pursed mouth lurking under his greying ginger beard.
Read MoreJerry's Last Day
It’s Friday, the day after The Bad News, and you arrive to work a little bit early, naively hoping that everything will be alright today.
'Jerry’s in.' Matt says with a heaviness in his voice that tells you much more than words could ever do.
Read MoreMVP: Minimal Viable Performance
He must have been on one of those government-funded training courses about agile project management where all the public servants aspiring for senior leadership go to schmooze and escape work for a few days. Sometimes they actually learn things. Normally just enough to be dangerous.
Read MoreHeadphones of Social Immunity
Darkness had fallen early tonight, as though a great force of evil was slowly encroaching upon the day, consuming the last remaining rays of sun like a gluttonous monster before plunging the world in to a thick blackness.
Jack, a young wizard, was bent over his forest campfire busily preparing a summoning spell of protective wards. The fire was an unfortunate requirement for the spell but Jack was all too aware of how it was like a beacon, attracting the attention of whatever evils were lurking out there in the darkened forest.
Read MoreThe Transition Team
Don't let the name fool you. The Transition Team is where people go to die.
Metaphorically speaking at least. They don't actually kill them. That would be against the departmental code of conduct.
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