Office Graffiti 2. [antikvár]

INTRODUCTION Look around your office. If it resembles the big scene in Towering Inferno' - inanimate bodies surrounded by rubble-rhen this book will undoubredly strike a chord. In it norhing seems to work: the managemenr, who hove perfected the orr of delegation from rhe golf course; rhe wages sysrem rhar means you have fo pay rhe Inland Revenue for fhe pleosure of o cardiac arresf; the conreen, whose own brand of germ warfare would have pur paid ro Hitler inside three weeks; rhe equipment lurking maliciously in rhe corner, like rhe photocopier, which rronsforms perfecrly legible letters inro whar appears ro be rhe remains of a bonfíre. Togerher rhey moke rhe week feel nor unlike an SAS ossoulr course and manage ro reduce rhe weekend ro rwo days of nervous convalescence, kicking rhe dog and sipping Complan rhrough a srraw. This second collection of office graffiri reolly was by public demand; marerial poured in, displaying an energeric defiance and causric wirrharshould mean rhar, as long as it isrír nationalised, office graffiri should go on for years. If you read rhe first volume and were irked by rhe implausibly good fortunes of the mythical Júlia, don'r let it borher you-she's probably unemployed by now. Nicolas Locke.