He attempts to stare me down, seems shocked at my display of appalling bad manners by interrupting his drama. When he sees that I am not about to be eyebrowed down, he pouts instead and sighs like a long suffering saint and goes back to his post.
office politics in India
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
He leaps onto the computer he has already been barred from using, double clicks like a maniac leading me through a bewildering maze of folders, sub folders and sub sub folders to a sub sub sub folder labelled “PRINTABLES”.