Unlike Mycroft Holmes, I really do occupy a minor position in the British government.
First off let me say that I do believe in the values of public service, and am surrounded by dedicated, hardworking people.
However.
Today I was given a document of such surpassing wank that I actually wanted to take it home so I could share choice quotations from it with Tumblr. (But I forgot. I’ll share it with you on Monday, cos I’m a Part Time Bureaucrat, hurrah! Wednesday is my Friday!) The thought of amusing the Internet later was the only way I managed to read the thing without actually shooting myself in the head. I then had to talk seriously about it to Nice New Camp Boss as if I cared. This was so intensely painful I had developed a nervous tick by the end of the conversation.
Internet, Deputychairman may be in the Wrong Job. So Wrong that it needs capital letters to express it. Why can’t my job be Writing Amusing Captions to Photographs on Tumblr? I’m good at that.
