I'm pretty sure my duck has a spine. But sometimes, I like to join the non-chordates in a little carnival....
From time to time, people ask me exactly what I do for a living. The simple answer is that I spend the day working my duck off. But I suppose it's only fair to offer a brief glimpse of the labours and travails that my duck has to endure in pursuit of duty and diligence, with some illustrations of a typical working (albeit overseas) day from my duck's eye view...
This is what I mean when I say my day was full of crab.
Alternatively, I have to pursue multiple appointments and in the process of doing so, typically encounter obstacles that block my path, such as these white-suited gatekeepers that prevented my duck from stepping further.
It's also thirsty work, and my duck has to seek out regular sources of refreshment.
I am more interested in those chilled cans of coconut juice. Really.
Ditto for those two bottles of booze. I must admit that drinking on the job is often part of my job.
This is a product of Thai Beverage plc (the bottle, not the holder). Once, when assigned to cover the market for fermented malt beverages, my duck dutifully collected a dozen of so quarts and pints for research purposes, which were kept into a drawer at the bottom of my table. Unfortunately, a thirsty colleague discovered the
loot primary data one day and proceeded to share the material with others in the office who happily joined in a thoroughly unsupervised analysis of the organoleptic properties of my carefully amassed hoard.
Ya, sometimes you really feel like swinging your head in frustration at the havoc wrecked on minds by
swinging short skirts clueless teammates.