Blimey, don’t go getting your knickers in a twist about these so-called “adjustments” at your job. They’re not asking you to juggle flaming torches while riding a unicycle, are they? Give over, you drama queen. This could be a right laugh, a chance to break the bloody monotony of your humdrum daily grind. So, chin up, roll up your sleeves and dive right into this mess. Worst that could happen is you end up with a funny story for the pub. Lucky charm for you: a rubber duck. Not only it will float when everything else goes tits up, but you can also blame it for any mishaps. “The duck made me do it,” becomes your new mantra. Now, isn’t that quacking hilarious?

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