There are a lot of stories I wish I could post on this blog, but can't due to the confidentiality agreement I signed when I joined.
I keep several personal entries in a file hidden within a file that will only see the light of day at the end of my employment. I call them my anti-posts. And I recently had a major one. Sorry, you'll have to wait.
Without divulging too much, I can tell you that some anti-posts include people with erratic and flamboyant punctuation, organizations that couldn't possibly go green attempting to do so, and strategic briefs that earnestly use the words "goodies" and "faecal matter" in the same sentence.