You’re up to your eyeballs in work dos, ain’t ya? It’s like they’ve mistaken you for a bleedin’ party planner! And it’s not just the odd tipple with the team, oh no! We’re talking big wigs discussing who’s up next for the golden throne. You’ve got a crusty old coot up top who couldn’t spot a new idea if it danced naked on his desk singing ‘God Save the Queen’. He’s clinging to his dusty old methods like a lifeline, and he expects you to do the same. So, butter him up and play the game, or you’ll be stuck fetching the tea and biccies till you’re as old and wrinkly as him. Lucky charm: A rubber chicken. Why? Because nothing says ‘I’m ready for promotion’ like a comedy prop. Plus, it might just be wacky enough to distract the old fart from his prehistoric ways. Now, isn’t that a clucking good idea?

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