You can tell just by looking at that ‘office’ that what she considers ‘work’ and what the rest of us consider ‘work’ are two completely different things. You can also tell that the woman has never worked in a real office, with real people, in her life. Having neatly labelled jars with paper clips, staples and the such like all lined up and not one but two containers full of writing implements? You’d more likely see Kim Kardashian in your local Asda (although apparently you might bump into Bublé if you’re lucky!)!
Stacey, you haven’t a clue! Sheesh, go to any real office anywhere in the country and you can’t put a biro down lest it be swooped out from underneath you to be used by someone else and if you can find a stapler when you need one you’re probably in cahoots with the keeper of the stationery cabinet.
Heck some days I’d sell my soul for a spare post it note, although I’m sure Stacey will no doubt have a array of them laid out and colour coordinated and as for having those dusty old bits of grass stapled to the wall, well you’d get yourself some kind of chest infection just looking at ‘em. The woman lives in cloud
bleeping cuckoo land, still I suppose it makes her feel better thinking she’s such a grafter like everyone one else is…
twit.