The Red Mist

My Dear Fellow,

Tuesday was RUBBISH. If Tuesday were a tangible thing, I would wipe my bottom on it to vent my irritation.

It started with "hotdesking" which is a thing invented by Senior Managers to annoy minions. They think it saves them money. They do not realise it actually costs them several lost man-days a week of said minions having to go from desk to desk asking, "Errr... is Trevor in today...?"

I know that is not how it is supposed to work. And in fact we got a lovely helpful brochure telling us how wonderful things were going to be in our hotdesking utopia as we got to speak to DIFFERENT helpful co-workers every day. 

But that's not how it worked for me. I went to my designated area to find that EVERYONE has "assigned" desks due to their special PC build. Except me. I am the one single solitary person without a fixed desk. I grumpily went to the "overspill" area only to be told it is not my team's overspill area. It was at this point that I lost my rag a bit with dolt who had organised this farce and told him I do not appreciate being an EFFING AFTERTHOUGHT.

I didn't say effing. But it was there. Dolt and I could both sense it.

So I have decided that I am blummen well going to sit wherever I like in the whole blummen building from now on. I will be like the Scarlet Pimpernel. Who knows in which corner of the office I am lurking??

So I was VERY grumpy all day at work which is very unlike me. It was noted. In a meeting, our Lovely Test Manager gave me a sweetie to cheer me up. He really is a lovely man. BUT THEN AGAIN HE HAS A DESK.

In other news I had a massive effing headache all day which sent me scurrying off to bed at 7pm. 

Tuesday 18th April 2017. CURSE YOU. CURSE YOOOOOOOOUUU.

I do hope I have made my feelings clear.

Parsones