Shirking in plain sight.
Time-wasters need to apply
How to survive at work. Plus wine, health and Heather-in-Marketing.
If I don’t fancy doing something, I don’t do it. If I do fancy doing something, I might do it.
A seasonal beer-fuelled hour in a South London pub.
And look good doing it.
I've been sacked, sort of. And it's fucking great.