The guilty post in question
(Picture: Jessica Benjamin)I recently returned from a lovely holiday to Iceland.
Rejuvenated by frolicking around the fjords and actually getting enough sleep for a week, I happily bounced into the office on Monday morning, cheeks pinkened and eyes brightened, expecting to be welcomed back with loving enthusiasm — maybe even a free coffee. Instead I was met with what many would describe as a torrent of abuse. ‘Why are you here? You just posted a picture of a waterfall on Instagram,’ said one co-worker. ‘Are you pretending to be on holiday still?’ asked another. ‘Your endless lies make me feel sick,’ said my desk-mate, chortling. Friends, I had committed a cardinal sin: the fake Insta vacation extension.
