Not all smiles

At work I sit at my desk with my headphones on, sometimes listening to last night’s Late Junction and sometimes with no sound at all. That might explain the how I didn’t quite catch what was going on, at least I don’t think it was an aural Rorschach test.

Just now the bloke who sits next to me exclaimed ‘I fucking hate work’ with some rancour. To which the bloke opposite him responded ‘I hate myself’… Golly I thought, those are heavy sentiments for a Tuesday afternoon. That was until my brain had unscrambled the message and twigged that the first one had said ‘I fucking hate Word’ and the other ‘I hate Excel’!