Tickets, Money, Passport?

I'm hiding away in another office. I used to sit in a reasonably sized room with three women, one of whom was addicted to daytime home and cookery shows. Oh and chatting to her parents for hours at a time, first to mum then repeating the conversation almost verbatim to dad. But the other two were great. Slowly time marches on (ie people have lives, get jobs, have babies) and before you know it, it's just me on my own.

Well that was until I came back from holiday to find a room full of people, a room full of stress and a somewhat irritating fellow sitting next to me parading his passive agressive nonsense and listening to muzak at some almost but not quite loud enough level so it just gets more irritating.

So I've gone to the other side of the hallway and set up camp there. I'm using the excuse of the genuine and palpitalbe stress being exuded by most of my colleagues as the reason but also, if I'm honest, the pile of stuff on my desk is reaching un-manageable proportions. I spend way too long sorting through it, re-stacking when they fall and generally being very hemmed in by it.

Over here, the office is empty, and quiet and it's blissful.

Even if I am going out of my tiny mind with the volume of stuff I have to do....

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