“Where’s that useless bastard, Norm!!” roared Bruce.
“He’s let me down again. I don’t know why I asked him to run this department. He couldn’t organise a shit fight in a septic tank. Ah, there you are, you poor excuse for a manager.”
“Where’s that Rapid Printing Job? Who’s doing it and find out how long the dimwit’s gonna take to finish it. It should have been finished bloody hours ago. Why, the job’s about as mentally demanding as picking your nose. Well, go on then, go and find it!!”
Norm, well and truly flustered, walked up to me, agitated and in a very worried state.
“How’s it going Tony?”
I thought about the question for a while and slowly replied: “Good thanks mate…… Thanks for asking……. Concern like that is a rare quality in this day and age.”
“I mean the job. How’s the job going? How long will it be?”
“Oh sorry….. About half an hour mate.”
“Thanks.”
