We’re owning this campus. We’re walking it like God sent us. We’re, like, Organisational Management anti-Messiahs.
You wish! All mouth and no fucking trousers. All attitude. All righteous fury, and for what? We were summoned to a party, and we came. We fucking RSVP’d …
We came with attitude.
They’ll laugh at our attitude. Fuck, they won’t even notice our attitude.
Work in Progress 