Well, darling, if you were banking on a standing ovation for that office potluck contribution, keep dreaming. You’ve been slaving away, expecting at least a bloody pat on the back, and what have you got? Zilch, nada, nothing. I mean, let’s be honest, it’s enough to ruffle the Queen’s feathers. Time for a change, my dear. You’ve been in that office longer than the Queen’s been on the throne. So grab life by the crumpets and venture into unfamiliar territory. It’ll be as refreshing as a gin and tonic on a summer’s afternoon. Lucky tip: Wear a blue tie to your next job interview. It’s as close as you’ll get to royalty without marrying into the bloody family. Just make sure it’s not covered in last night’s curry stains, eh?

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