the Monday Musings column from that consultant bloke

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(Dialogue: All with clipped tones, very stiff upper lip British middle class. An overacted Brief Encounter style)

(Background: Faint sounds of an office with occasional telephones ringing and bursts of typewriter noise)

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The Cucumber they called it, mostly because of its green sheen, although he abhorred such nicknames and would only refer to it by its street address. The new building, for the moment the tallest in the city, had been visible on and off for some time as he drove into the city. He thought the design was a travesty, but a the job of running it was a job and he had accepted, although he had some concerns about why the vacancy had come up so soon after the original appointee, a well-respected industry figure, had apparently stepped down just days before the opening. Why no-one knew for the lady in question wasn’t responding to calls or emails. Under the circumstances he pondered on the wisdom of starting a new job on Friday the 13^th, but one of the best jobs he had ever had begun on the 1^st of April so he thought it was worth the chance. Read more…