Middle manager trials good mood

A MIDDLE manager is experimenting with being pleasant to his staff in a bid to improve their productivity, it has emerged.

Having noticed a connection between shouting at his staff and poor performance, middle manager Nathan Muir has decided to test the radical idea of being nice to them and complimenting their work.

Muir said: “I know, being in a good mood sounds like a counterproductive tactic for business development. But Google had some unorthodox approaches in the 90s and look at them now.

“I started by A/B testing a cheerful ‘good morning’ and ‘how are you’ to my colleagues as they slouched to their desks. Backs stiffened in terror plummeted by 12 per cent.

“Then at lunch I popped out to get a Colin the Caterpillar cake because it was probably one of their birthdays. After asking if this was some kind of trick and examining it for traces of poison, they greedily tucked in.

“Sadly though the results have been inconclusive. Now they waste as much time cheerfully dicking about in the kitchen as they used to spend crying in the bathroom, plus their work isn’t any better. From tomorrow it’s back to instilling terror.”

Accounts clerk Susan Traherne said: “I’m relieved Nathan’s reverting to abject misery. The whole team’s shattered from the paranoia of working under his clearly insincere positivity.”

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My life in Khan's London under sharia law, by a 28-year-old marketing consultant

AS ALL non-Londoners and Donald Trump know, Sadiq Khan brought London under sharia law in 2016. One brave resident writes a diary of his daily oppression:

6.12am

Awakened by the muezzin issuing the call to prayer. Well not strictly, as we don’t have a mosque in Esher, but I do have to get the 7.22 train to Waterloo which means a pre-dawn alarm. Feel strongly this is Islam’s fault.

7.45am

Disembark the train, lamenting the necessity for women to be covered from head to toe because of Khan’s laws and also because it’s getting cold out. No, their faces weren’t covered but they were in noise-cancelling headphones which are the burkas of the mind.

10am

Forced to fast until now because ‘that’s when my break is’ according to Carla my boss and Mohammed, probably. Go to get myself a bacon sandwich, reflecting bitterly that before Sharia I could do this unimpeded, and now it’s gone up to a ridiculous £5.65.

12.50pm

Go for lunch and am forced, according to Sharia, to make a donation to the poor which is a quid to the bloke begging by the cashpoint. This is the worst tyranny ever visited on man.

13.10pm

Self-checkout doesn’t register my Shaken Udder Vanillalicious. Under an equitable British system I’d walk out with it unpaid, but in Khan’s London l’d get my hand severed by the bloke behind the counter, who looks Arabic. Or similar. And he’s not behind the counter but stacking the shelves and I have to wave at him to notice me, but it’s the same thing.

2.18pm

The afternoons are so long and boring under Sharia law, with the only permitted entertainment reading the Koran. I assume that’s what Carla meant when she said ‘stop going on f**king Reddit’ anyway.

5pm

Finish work and head home, heavy with the knowledge there are two more calls to prayer before bed, one during a much-anticipated repeat of Sun, Sea and Selling Houses so that’s ruined. Struggle under the weight of Islamic oppression. Check the Metro for tonight’s stonings and there aren’t any. Truly this is the worst of both worlds.