The way some guys go about it, you’d think they were some sort of superspy or someone auditioning for the supposed replacement of Daniel Craig as 007. As if the topic’s a matter of national security that talking about it would unwittingly let lose some sort of cataclysmic catastrophe by way of nuclear annihilation because some top secret launch code somehow slipped during that fifth bite off the cheap burger you ordered.
You always hear that “How’s work?” query or rhetorical question from some well-meaning person and the usual reply would be: “I don’t talk about work”. Always in that dismissive aura and drawl as if sitting in front of the computer for 8 hours checking cargo manifests for correct quantities, destinations and dates is imperative to the continued survival of the human race. A simple “It blew” would have sufficed, but no. Everything just has to be done in a cheesy melodramatic movie way.
Now that it’s out of the way, I’m gonna go grab a burger.