Now I mean really people who seemingly have been there for years and may for all you know be actually dead and what you are seeing is the mournful residue of their pen-pushing -

In men, they are usually small, rotund baldies with strangly young faces who clearly live with their mother and just beetle around and you never actually know what their job is and in women they are usually prematurely grey with a a strange drooping facial expression that is part hopeless despair and untamed anger and you never know what way they may blow - now did these broken souls once swagger round the office in the 60s/70s with such casual apblomb as we do now?