I’ve always thought that when you are repeatedly exposed to something unpleasant, you become immune to it over time. At least, that was Rusputin’s strategy and it seemed to work – up to a point. Obviously, he needed a bit more practice with bullets, but the general principle was relatively sound.
However, in the case of all these sodding stakeholder meetings I’ve had to attend lately, it has the opposite effect. Sort of like radiation poisoning. Each subsequent exposure seems to accelerate the brain-into-cheese conversion process. Accelerated retardation. Now there’s a cool oxymoron, huh? Oxymoron… Ahahahahhahahahahaha. Ahem.
Although I still manage to remember to put on pants before I leave the flat, I have begun to exhibit several disturbing symptoms, such as mouth-breathing and drooling on my tie. This just in: it looks like I forgot to shave this morning.
Oh gods, I think I’m turning into Homer Simpson.