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Today one of the recent starters in another team phoned me to say he had a new case from someone I'd dealt with in the past and "I think you need to take this case because these people are being rather difficult." He had the poshest voice I've heard this side of
Brian Sewell and as he was, er, giving orders to me I looked him up on the intranet. He looks about 23, a brunette version of Prince William, but not as chavvy.
I took great delight in telling him that, sadly, his job actually involves dealing with difficult people, and that, anyway, I'm in a different area of the business from him, so he can't just throw a case at me if he doesn't like it.
This came as quite a shock to him poor dear, he's obviously not used to people saying 'No' to him, especially plebs like me with horrid northern accents.
A while later I was up on his floor to see someone else and took a detour past his desk. In our office we have a casual dress code - everyone wears jeans, chinos, t-shirts, sweaters. He was in a three-piece suit.
Then this afternoon a woman in my team said that she refuses to touch second-hand books in case someone has read them in the toilet and the pages have absorbed poo bacteria.
Sometimes I feel quite normal.