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 MoreIt'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 MoreData security is kind of a big deal.
Trust me. Not only do I whittle away the best hours of the best days of the best years of my life as a data analyst within a state government department but I am also officially trained as a federal government counter intelligence officer.
Read MoreGreg 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 MoreThrust, parry. Thrust, parry. Thrust, parry.
We retreat to our safe spaces and eye each other warily. My opponent is dangerous and obviously well trained in the nuances of one-on-one combat. They have the slight positional upper hand but so far they have not launched an all out attack. They have been happy to remain safely out of my reach taking sporadic pot shots in order to test my defence.
Read MoreDon'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.
Read More"The site has been down for over an hour now. No new applications are coming through. What the fuck is happening over there with you ass clowns?"
Good question. Although I would have preferred a more civilised and collaborative approach to the problem at hand.
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