Nige,
Rick here. Figuratively, I'm standing in the cold rain without an umbrella. Fire ants are crawling up my legs, and the crown jewels are protected by only one layer of cotton.
I realize you're busy with more important things and I couldn't blame you for opting on an episode of Eastenders, rather than address my redundant document.
But my reputation at work is at stake, having come up empty-handed with no rebuttal to the document. At this point, I could probably live without the crown jewels, but its very difficult hanging one's head in shame.
I declared so proudly when the document appeared in the office, "This document is shite and I have Nigel to prove so!" Now I'm catching smirks out the corner of my eye.
Nigel... please save me. http://www.princeton.edu/~pear/Allen_Press/2RMCi0892-3310-002-02-0155.pdf
