One which I delivered, far too late, and to the wrong person ...

I used to work in a very large office. The work was uninspiring drudgery, my colleagues were mainly smug narrow-minded paper shufflers and my supervisors were patronising petty bureaucrats. I overslept one morning and turned up late (again!!!). My supervisor took it upon herself to say, "You really must leave home earlier in the morning".

As I tackled the day's bumf, a colleague who was a stuffed shirt in training, said "Yes, you should get a better alarm clock". I replied, "I left in good time, just from the wrong house".


This was totally untrue; I am the world's worst blanket addict [US = "sack rat" ??], especially when not exactly thrilled at the idea of going to work in a filing cabinet. Still, it was nice to see hints of envy and dislike on the expressions of a department full of 2.4-children, Volvo-owning morons.