I feel the need to kick the virtual cat. Not a gentle nudge you understand, but a full-blown Beckhamesque free-kick. The sort that make the virtual cat swerve in mid air and dip under the crossbar**.
The Pin-brained resource troll has pulled my selected project manager because we work in different parts of the company. So now I have to fight start the selection process again.
Decision to make: Does the Gorse Fox a) head up to Worcester today and stay overnight; or b) get up at 04:30 tomorrow and drive up to be there for start of business?
"Errr... is it b), Fox" ?
Slap! "Stupid boy!" Slap!
**No real animal were harmed in the making of this blog entry (I don't have any real animals). Some virtual (CGI) cats were, however, subjected to extreme nastiness. No apologies are offered.
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