So Charlie asks,

Who is The Little Punk?
And I ask why.
And he says, 'cause his business cards are sitting on my desk.
So I go to The Little Punk and slap the cards on his desk and call him a punk.
Later The Man and Deputy the Man receive their cards.
No cards for me.


Of course all of these cards have the wrong publication on them, but THAT'S NOT THE POINT DAMMIT!

I really, honestly cannot believe I was just bollocked for doing something without being told to do it. Something that was requested and is normally fobbed off to me. “Don’t do anything until I tell you to do it!”
“Sorry for being efficient. I’ll just drop those IQ points and be a robot to do your bidding. Better?”

addendum

Should I also be more offended by the fact I wasn't chosen for the unexpected desk-tidy windfall considering my annual pay increase was HALF of that my colleagues earned on the sister paper?

is it just me or

when someone comes over with a big ol' roll of American dollars and asks, WHO'S GOING TO AMERICA SOON?, and hands up oh I am oh I am, that you give it to The American, or to the owl-screechy Scot on the overpaid gak force?