Wednesday, May 14, 2008
On Monday I went for a pint with two great friends from work. In the corner of the pub sat two people, drinks long finished, locked into intense conversation over a laptop. I am nosy, so on the way out I glanced at what they were doing. They were completing a self-assessment quality assurance report, a lengthy activity designed by enemies of the people in order to achieve nothing. Has it come to this? Useless toil polluting a place of pleasure? No ... please no.