From the audience:
There was this guy I used to work with. He worked in Sales, but fancied he ran the joint.
I was working reception at the time and like most receptionists I was juggling umpteen-million tasks at once. He comes in and starts yanging at me for the messy reception area.
No word of a lie, there was one piece of paper on the floor… at his feet. He wanted me to come round the deck and pick it up… while he stood there.
Kneel at his feet? No bloody way.
