I remember back in the day when I was just starting seeing my ex wife. We were in her car and she started telling a series of stories about her work. Now I have a very strict, never wavering rule, unless the story is very funny or there's Shagging in it, I glaze over, or worse, and more usual, angry that I had to endure it.
As she prattled on, I heard myself say,. Can I tell you something,
Yes
I don't give a fuck about anybody in anybody's work, what happened to them.at Asda, how they talked shite a meeting or anything really.
Audible pause.
You're a cheeky ****.
No, I just don't want to know, unless and I.gave her my rules.
She sat for a minute, then laughed.
And that was the last I ever heard about her work unless my rules were met
Same deal with me and my work.