Alright, my dear, saddle up and brace yourself. Here’s your horoscope, as British as a cup of Earl Grey and as cheeky as a seaside postcard. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to bamboozle your boss or that crusty colleague who’s been at the company since the invention of the abacus that you know your onions. You’re not just a pretty face, love, you’ve got the grey matter to boot. Don’t panic if they look at you like you’ve just announced you’re the new lead dancer in a burlesque troupe, just keep your chin up! There’s a new wind blowing, causing more flutters than a nudist on a nettle farm. You can practically smell the fear wafting off some of your workmates, terrified of making a choice that might land them in hotter water than a lobster at a seafood buffet. It’s all right for some, innit? Now, here’s your lucky charm: a rubber duck. Yes, you heard me right, a bloody rubber duck. Why? Because if your life’s going down the drain, at least you’ll have something to keep you afloat. So, keep it in your pocket and remember, when life gets tough, the tough get quacking!

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