He sounded like a cheap, broken record, going on and on and anon, on what I shouldn’t have done, how I never get it right and why I was unfit to work in any capacity, anywhere on planet earth. Oh, tell me something new, will you please? How did people resist the urge to bump off their bosses? I need a contract and a lawyer and get this muscular thug to de-focus and let me work in peace.
p.s: Apologies to Ken Follet