I had to go to my bank recently and they had 10 copies of some magazine, and I was like, oh the bank has its own magazine, but it was just some normal magazine where they'd paid for the the fake-cover-ad thing
Boss: It says here you ordered a bed with the company credit card and had it installed in your office? ME: (pleasantly) Yes, for my important work problems.
Job occupations, from an 1881 census. Every one of these sounds like something a sorely provoked Captain Haddock would should at someone in times of heavy stress.
