The gridding tape arrived. It’s not much good for wrapping Christmas presents so don’t bother putting an order in. It’s designed for drawing lines on white boards.
I asked John Doe to draw a table on our flip chart board so we could mark up the sales on the team. Big mistake.
“What are you doing?” I asked, “Its not the bleedin’ Sistine chapel!”
He was working with a protractor and a setsquare trying to get the lines dead straight. “I can’t believe it. It’s like a dogs’ back leg!”
It was about a millimetre adrift. Before I could say anything he pulled it off the board. He was caught up in a lattice of gridding tape like Spiderman had webbed him.
I can feel my ‘giving it up as a bad job’ senses tingling.