It might have been possible to go out and obtain a sandwich if I hadn't been chained to the desk, designing a brochure for the mountain of crappy old phones our client is trying to flog to an unsuspecting public at 'amazingly discounted prices'. This dire task has been the cause of two consecutive evenings spent in the office, one of them a Friday (the horror).
Working on this brand means dealing with the high class hooker-turned smarmy client service woman. We watch as she commits us to entirely unrealistic deadlines, gushes 'that's a great idea!' the second the client opens his mouth, and generally behaves in an embarrassingly fawning and obsequious manner. It only remains for her to start stuffing banknotes into her knickers.
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