Heartland

and so lonely. Having just moved offices (and consolidated two imprints, which were formerly housed in two separate buildings, into one space), I find I've been relegated to an office in the midst of the other imprint, far away from my friend and compatriots. I am a stranger in a strange land. My phone doesn't work yet; I have been completely cut off from my usual society. I listen to the robust whir of the air conditioning unit, and dream of 5 o'clock.

Someone give me a hug!

((((((((((HUG))))))))))

At least you can dick about on the puter without being caught!!

You mean to say you've not found peace and serenity?

Ah well....

*hug*

has anyone?

love to corpy..

16:50 already and I've still got a few sips left in my water bottle. I'm sure I can make it last.

Console yourself with the knowledge it wasn't any of your compatriots who devised the new office lay-out.

Hi Jen,

I just went to the shop to buy some ciggies. When I pulled my hand out of my pocket full of change I stared in wonder. I have a black penny. Ebony black. Black as a button. Like the buttons you use for the eyes of teddy bears in stuffed toy making classes. It's black as black but only worth a fraction of yours. And not as shiney. Hope that helps.

Johnny

have you been working too hard?

or maybe it's the cheese...

See? Cheese - as discussed.

{{{Corpy}}}

Soon be 5pm

Remember, a stranger is just a friend you haven't upset yet

What was that? Huh? I can't hear you over the air-conditioner!

I think my CEO did it on purpose. When I came in yesterday (to see my new digs for the first time) he made a big deal about how my office was "in the boonies, way way way over in the middle of nowhere," and then later in the day he walked in, made a face, and said, "It's really loud in here." Arse!

And I'm not just being a hug-whore, you know. They are a practical consideration, because otherwise I might succumb to hypothermia and my internal organs might freeze. If I don't get more hugs, I will die!

Free Corpy!

Extra hug then

Go and have a look at the "Poor Timsinister" thread. Guaranteed to give you a little warm glow just reading about him

Mrs. Snowey wrote:Extra hug then

Go and have a look at the "Poor Timsinister" thread. Guaranteed to give you a little warm glow just reading about him

... yeah, there's always someone worse off than yourself!

CorpPunk wrote:I think my CEO did it on purpose. When I came in yesterday (to see my new digs for the first time) he made a big deal about how my office was "in the boonies, way way way over in the middle of nowhere," and then later in the day he walked in, made a face, and said, "It's really loud in here." Arse!

maybe he's trying to tell you something...

CorpPunk wrote:I listen to the robust whir of the air conditioning unit, and dream of 5 o'clock.

Sheer poetry.

hallucienate wrote:16:50 already and I've still got a few sips left in my water bottle. I'm sure I can make it last.

You a professional hamster, Hal?

For added irony - my company installs A/C 'solutions', so my office is maintained at a balmy nineteen degrees. Mmmm.

CorpPunk wrote:and so lonely. Having just moved offices (and consolidated two imprints, which were formerly housed in two separate buildings, into one space), I find I've been relegated to an office in the midst of the other imprint, far away from my friend and compatriots. I am a stranger in a strange land. My phone doesn't work yet; I have been completely cut off from my usual society. I listen to the robust whir of the air conditioning unit, and dream of 5 o'clock.

Someone give me a hug!

I'v' never worked in an office in my life,so I don't know what it's like?,dosn't sound like your havin' a good time tho', so I'll send a big Highlands HUG,and hope it gets better tomorrow!.

Spank.

No you're not CP. Just as there's only one catch, so there's only one cold person. And that's Snowden. And you're not him. Which is a good thing really.

Hug all the same.

MdeC.

I'm actually kind of warm now, cos the air conditioner is broken. Apart from that, I'm confused.

Confused because the air-conditioning is broken?

Or Heartland-confused, which is far more serious and requires long walks, fresh air, and copious amounts of vodka to fix.

I'm confused because I'm not sure to which Snowden he's referring. I mean, are we talking about Snowden the viscount, or Snowden the curator who used to sneak up behind me and say "What are you doing?" all loud and sudden to scare me. I guess it works either way.

Please note, your confusion is infectious.

So, speaking of my wonderful new office, it rained today. Inside. Yes, one of the many disadvantages of being situated beneath the air-conditioning vent is that when the workmen attempted to clean the a/c unit in situ (against orders), down came a torrent of filthy water all over my desk and floor. All of my papers are soaked, which, being an editor, is a bit of a problem. Fuckety fuckety fuck fuck.

I am going to take a long walk outside while my things dry off. If I hear one more princess complain about the size or location of their office, I'm going to kick them right in the fuckin' nuts, no questions asked. I'm sure no one will hear their screams over the roar of the a/c, which is once again functioning and slowly deafening me.

I cannot wait to leave next week. I hate everyone. *sulk*