One of the managers back in the office has had some kind of Ashes to Ashes time slip back to the late 80s, and decided that to improve morale, he was going to drag out some of those old motivational posters.  You know the kind, with the phot-library shot, thick black border and inane 'motivational' statement.

I don't know which was more worrying, the fact that this incompetent thought that some pap words and pictures would somehow make up for the chronic imbalance between pay and workload, or that he did all this without expecting some form of comeback.  Naturally, as anarchist-in-residence, I took this onerous task on my own broad shoulders.

The response was simple, and you are probably already ahead of me.  Two replacement posters (I needed six in all) I got from an online supplier, but a little Publisher time and a friendly local printer furnished me with spookily accurate substitutes for the rest.  Subtlety is key in a situation like this, so I took advantage of being an infrequent hot-desking visitor to the office to effect a swap every 2-4 days.  I was hanging around late one evening, and about to lift the frame off the wall when the culprit for their installation appeared, expressing surprise at my continued presence.

I reassured him that, thanks to the dramatic swooping eagle in front of me I had received a real boost, and that I was using the time to be even more productive.  Delighted, he fairly danced off down the corrider, leaving me free to swap the original with one captioned "Eagles May Soar - but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines".

It's now a clear week since the last image, now labelled "Romans did not build an empire by having meetings - they did it by killing all those who opposed them".  I have no empirical data, but anecdotally, morale has actually improved since the swap.