Blimey, you’re like a bleeding workhorse, ain’t ya? Letting any Tom, Dick, and Harry take the mickey out of your hard graft. You know Brenda from accounting who can’t even sort her own tea out? You’re giving her a free ride, you mug. They’re all singing your praises, but behind your back, they’re having a right old knees up, taking the piss out of your workaholic tendencies. Now, for a bit of the ol’ luck: Your lucky phrase is “Bob’s your uncle!” But given the way you’ve been letting folks walk all over you, Bob just might be the entire office’s uncle at this rate.

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