On Monday I went to work to find they had replaced my boss with an orang-utan. A big hairy thing it was with a leathery hand and a form grip. Our first departmental meeting was awkward, what with his inability to talk and his desire to groom all of us. When he wasn’t grooming us he just sat there and gestured with his long limbs to a series of colourful yet soulless graphs. Occasionally he would pick up a pen and chew it.
But as the days turned to weeks we all noticed not much had changed, our hair was cleaner, the vending machines had begun to sell fruit and something in his eyes reassured us everything would be fine.
It would all be ok.