Tuesday, October 07, 2003
On the wall in front of me, a poster:
Steve Redgrave has, so why can’t you...
...be awarded for your achievements.
Shout! Creating advantage awards.
I was going to leave it at that but I can’t let it lie. Not only has someone selected that gem from their no-brainstorming, but a superior has had to approve it. Meetings would have been taken to finalise it, then it would have been sent to a designer and finally printed, all without anyone vomiting over this insult to the intelligence and taste of all. But now it is here, the terrible jollity of the post-Shout exclamation mark motivating my every action.
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Steve Redgrave has, so why can’t you...
...be awarded for your achievements.
Shout! Creating advantage awards.
I was going to leave it at that but I can’t let it lie. Not only has someone selected that gem from their no-brainstorming, but a superior has had to approve it. Meetings would have been taken to finalise it, then it would have been sent to a designer and finally printed, all without anyone vomiting over this insult to the intelligence and taste of all. But now it is here, the terrible jollity of the post-Shout exclamation mark motivating my every action.
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