Ah, I just now managed to put in a bit of reverse discrimination.
Toddling back to the orifice from collecting my lunch, and lo and behold there's a strange Katana parked by the front door.
Ask the receptionist biddy "Whos wiv da muddacycle". Some dude applying for a job it seems . Not in my department, alas, but I still put in a good word for him with TPTB. Anyone who rides a Katana can't be *totally* bad. Dunno if it'll do much good, but y'never know.
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