I hate heroes. I mean those heroes who come into work despite clearly suffering from some highly contagious lurgy. Yes, the ones you must have a meeting with, and sit in close proximity to, as they cough and splutter and sneeze and wheeze, in a heroic act of defiance meant to convince their colleagues that they are indispensable.

Well, thanks to you, oh heroic one, I now suffer under the weight of your lurgy, driven to sickness, fatigue and a woozy head. All of which I avoided for months and months by staying away from your office. A meeting meant to increase productivity has instead brought me to my knees. So yes, I have you in mind when I say, “I hate heroes.”