There was a somewhat middle aged woman on The Apprentice about 5 or so years ago and she was chosen as project manager of her team. So ... she hauls in a HUGE flip chart on an easel and starts bouncing around like tigger at their presentation explaining their concept. And she danced! I swear, she actually was doing little shimmies. It was beyond cringe. Lord Sugar was horrified. That shit went out with Noah's Ark. Now it's all techy and dicking with words trying to be
cool on trend and yet speshul and above such sheepleness. It's mind fucking and control freakery and I hate it all and thank fuck I'm wise to that shtick. Usually.
Example we are going to get a new (OK, slightly used) car this year and I'm fucking dreading it. No I don't want to come in the office, have a coffee and discuss terms. I want to stay on the forecourt and know the price for cash, not signed up to an agreement that benefits the dealership and ties me to payments when who knows what the hell the future holds. I want to know MPG and I want to know if the seats recline(get your minds out of the gutter
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) for transporting large items. I don't want a bouquet either. Fuck off and just be straight. Bloody dreading it. Hubby once made the mistake of giving one our phone number ... oh boy, never again.
Oh yes, the snarkles are still cunts