The prospect of coming into work these days is akin to clocking in at a Siberian gulag. Our boss, the seemingly benign Sith apprentice, permanently teeters on the edge of boiling point while we scuttle around trying to avoid contact with her.

She increasingly communicates through angry glares and terse emails while clumping around like Captain Ahab on the main deck (where is the whale when you need it?).

Someone passed her the other day with a ‘cheer up, it might never happen’ which is guaranteed to piss anyone off.  She bit deep into the lemon on that one before forcing out a weak smile as it was a superior. I tried hard not to laugh.

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