I am to be sent home in disgrace (medevac) for the good of the contract and company name. They sent out a director to give me the black spot. I thought I was to be promoted.
“I’m sending you home on leave without the option, before you really fuck up.” was how he put it.
He broke the news to me at that vile breakfast stroke lunch affair which exemplifies company life in overseas compounds.
That "I Hate Maroon" menu in full.
With Contract Bedevilled Kidneys
& Frazzled Liver.
Served With Hash-Of-It Browns And Has Beans.
Plat Du Monde: Ciao Mein
Desserts Du Jour:
In A Jam Roly-Poly
Eton Mess Of It
Chef De Parti: Harry Vidercci.
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