Blimey, it seems you’ve got a cob-on at work, love. That old git you call a colleague is flapping his gums again, spouting more nonsense than a politician after a pint. Leaves you more flummoxed than a chameleon in a bag of Skittles, doesn’t it? Now, don’t go gallivanting off to join the next big project, stick to what you’ve got on your plate. It’s stacked higher than a full English breakfast, isn’t it? Sort that lot out before you go sniffing around for seconds. And oh, if you catch wind of some cheeky sod doubting your chops, don’t kick up a fuss. Just get on with it, and make sure you do it so well, they’ll feel more daft than a penguin in a solarium. Precision, darling, is the name of the game. It’s not just for surgeons and Swiss watchmakers, you know. Lucky charm for you? How about a horseshoe. Not sure where you’ll stick it, probably best not to ask. Just remember, it’s supposed to be lucky, but only if you don’t drop it on your foot. Bit like life, really.

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