Imagine this scenario :
You’re taking your time in the bathroom this morning because you were out too late with your friends last night, when suddenly you realize that that super important meeting with all the company directors starts at 8:30 and not 9:00. Suddenly the morning pace picks up a bit – or a lot… You scramble for clothes hoping no one notices that you are wearing grey socks with a brown outfit because you didn’t realize last night that “jetton” referred to a washing machine token and not normal Euro coins. Knot your Christian Dior tie around your neck and you’re out the door. You’re not exactly sure of the local traffic laws but you push what you think are the limits in your 65 horsepower roller skate-sized car as you drive to work, fighting traffic the whole way. You can’t find where the meeting room is and by the time you do, you are 7 minutes late with all the department heads waiting for you and your boss who doesn’t show up till 9:00 because he forgot as well. Now the real test comes. The meeting that you are sitting in, trying to fake professionalism as best you can, lasts not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 hours - with no breaks. That life-giving café you drink all day – everyday - is unavailable. Oh, and the best part…4 hours without a peep of English.
The name is Skyrm. James Skyrm. Welcome to October 24th…
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