Remoting in to your workstation at the Empire at 0745 hours on Saturday, which is supposed to be your one day off in the week, and putting in five and a half hours’ work over a laggy connection so you don’t have to use any more of your dwindling store of personal-leave hours.
That’s No Fun.
I joined eleven separate denominations, joined eleven separate trade unions. Fnord.
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