Towards the end of yesterday’s Official Office Night Out, my esteemed colleague and newly acquired desk-neighbour JP (page 54) told me his full job title: the frightfully butch-sounding Information Security Compliance Officer.
I so want to be his Deputy. Just for the kicky little acronym.
You’ll have that going round your head for the rest of the day, you know.
Well, I don’t see why I should suffer alone.