The day has finally come. He'd had a good innings, but the seemingly limitless patience of Upper Management finally ran out. Despite some last-minute attempts to establish himself as an indispensable creative asset and go-getter, his contract has not been renewed and a future of full-time vagrancy beckons. His lover, the prissy PA, is reported to be outraged and they both believe this to be an outrageous miscarriage of justice.
I would feel more sorry for him but in the past week I've been treated to the full benefit of his crass, sexist, cliche-spouting, scruffy, chain-smoking presence. Brainstorming became impossible because my thoughts were entirely focused on willing him to shut up and leave the table. Now Elvis (bloated drug-addled white jumpsuit era) is finally leaving the building for good.
But fear not, the blog will go on.
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