I took this at 3:30pm today from my desk.

Today couldn't have been more different from yesterday.
Yesterday I was so utterly speechless that I posted a beautiful, silent, silver birch.

Yesterday I was given a very complex task with a very short deadline. It required total front-lobe concentration. Others in the office thought it would be fun to play Xmas songs at full volume, presumably because it was too early to switch the football on.
I made my feelings known and was immediately labelled 'Grinch'.
I left work on the dot of 5 with my task unfinished – not my comfy place and I hardly slept all night.

This morning my inbox was desperate for the final design and costings of the complex task. Thankfully, the office was less like a kindergarten and I was able to finish the work in a couple of hours, submitting the required documents before the final cut-off at mid-day. The work hasn't been checked by anyone who actually understands this stuff, and I know it's riddled with errors, but since our management seems to value “joining-in-the-fun” more highly than accuracy, why should I lose any sleep over it? I'm trying to be past caring.

After I submitted the drawing and calculations, I was back on the silly-overtime project. This one requires me to produce two drawings for each of 132 clients before next Tuesday.
By 5:15 today I had completed 262 drawings. The two unfinished drawings are waiting for surveyor information.
So tomorrow, I could cycle to work, do nothing, be noisy, criticise others for being no fun while they struggle with the hefty deadlines that have been placed upon them, and eat nasty biscuits, if I so chose.
Hmmn, How else could I choose to spend a productive day at work I wonder?
I'm not so difficult to work with – throw me a stick and I will run to fetch it.
Keep doing that and I'm fulfilled. Hide the stick behind your back and I'm upset.
Is being nice really so difficult?