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My computer is in pieces on the floor under my desk. They had to disconnect everything so that they could shrink my cubicle by a few feet. They've sent me to another computer elsewhere in the office while they work. It hasn't got the software I need to do my job, but — as luck would have it — it does have internet access.

And now for few observations on what I've written so far...

By 'while they work' what I actually mean is that they disconnected my computer and put it on the floor. Then they left. That was more than an hour ago. Maybe they'll come back. Maybe not.

On the shrinking space... Have you ever seen Office Space? Milton complains that they keep making him move his desk and he doesn't like it. They move his desk back a few inches at a time until there's no longer enough room for a chair. Then they move him into the furnace room in the basement.

We're trying to hire (yes, 'trying'; after weeks of trying we've yet to succeed) another person. They're shrinking my cubicle by about two or three feet in width. The space next to my cubicle is currently home to the colour printer. They tried to move it next to the Ferengi's cubicle. She had a hissy fit, claiming that it was unreasonable to ask somebody to sit next to that thing. The noise is unbearable! They tried to move it next to somebody else's cubicle. Again, it was determined that the noise was unacceptable. Never mind that I've worked in between the accursed beast and the ever-humming fax machine for nearly a year now.

The problem with the spot I'm using now is that everybody in the office can plainly see what's on my screen. It's fairly obvious that I'm not doing any work, so maybe I should go and pretend harder.