This morning I was trying to help my colleague sort out the newspapers, but all I really succeeded in doing was cutting my finger on a bit of Tattle-Tape™ and messing up the stapling. Yes, I messed up stapling, using a stapler to staple the newspapers together. In my defence, there is more of an art to this than I realised, but it’s doesn’t take a rocket-scientist to work out that you don’t need to use the large stapler on the thinner newspapers (actually, you’re right, there is nothing in my defence), and that if you do use the large stapler you create a health and safety disaster of pointy, sharp staples sticking out ready to catch unsuspecting readers unawares. I then tried to remove said hazardous staples but unfortunately, I removed more chunks of newspaper than staple. My poor colleague wisely took over doing the papers, but not before I’d cut myself on the Tattle-Tape™ and bled on the Financial Times.
Sometimes I think someone is having fun seeing how many times in a day/hour/minute I can show people how incompetent I am.
