M People. Rubbish. All their songs sounded the same; like The Lighthouse Family. But that's not why we're here, no no no. This is what I'm on about today:

Desk Move

Over the weekend, some people came into our work building and moved everything around. My team and I have been forced to move to the opposite side of the building. As if this wasn't bad enough, they have also jigged our seating plan a fair bit. I was just getting used to my desk, getting on well with my immediate colleagues, when they decided to throw the proverbial curve ball and move us all around. None of us appreciate our new desks, for a multitude of reasons.

First off, I'm facing away from everything. I have to crane my neck to look around and make sure no one is sneaking up on me. I also have no attractive ladies in my line of sight, it's a real bugbear.

Secondly, the girl I'm now sitting next to doesn't understand me. She just doesn't get my jokes, and the fact that I'm only serious about 0.00001% of the time. I can see a formal complaint being logged against me, because I know that I'm going to say something that'll get taken out of context and used against me.

Thirdly, one of my desk drawers is completely ruined. I tried to open it earlier and the contents nearly spilled out in all directions. I opened up another drawer and found there to be a sticky substance, the likes of which you've never seen. It's like someone had spit Hubba Bubba all over the shop.

Finally, there are no attractive ladies in my line of sight. It's the main cause of my frustrations.

On a more improved note, I killed a wasp earlier. It was a right bloodbath. I chucked his crushed carcass out of the window, and there was much rejoicing.